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Conquering myself
Is the greatest battle ever desired
The day my demons are murdered and buried
I’m gonna rush and scurry in such an emotional hurry
To go tell the world
But first my little girl
Tell her that daddy finally won the war
He was on the forefront
Stood and fought up front
Lost limbs and lost feeling its not a stunt
I’m ready to kick the ball
And make sure it’s not just a punt
The language used
Can so easily be abused when it’s used
Have many minds stirred up or confused
Tell her mommy
I’m no longer angered or verbally sloppy
Now I have people wanting to mimic & copy
Warrior in me fighting
So much delighting
No longer taking time to be whining
Seeking to be dining
Last supper with the lord of hosts
No longer in military training
No longer having circumstances
To be emotionally draining
Spiritually staining
Now I’m using words of power sharp enough to have spirits maiming
So now I’m taking my aiming
No longer shaming or causing others to be the blaming
But for right now
I must continue to find internal liberation
Fighting the demons that were born the moment I had been
Seemingly to be the anti-christ while bleeding
Not fulfilling the prophetic purpose of spiritual service
I was intended to linguistically be feeding
No longer in hiding but still in needing
Confiding to my angel who covers me from danger with his wings
I use words and its double edged ability to cause mental instability
Forcing you to think twice with every verse that I spit & disperse
Getting all my points across without having to curse
Being the Strange Poet named SkTzO and illumination all combined
We are inclined to blow our own mind whenever we rhyme
And so in due time we write a nice line to open the mind
And the mind that gets opened becomes sublime and reaches its prime!
Using words artistically as the screen becomes my canvas
Knowing some may want it but can’t have it
I take my own mind I take hold and grab it then stab it
Try to erase past emotional torturing feelings disturbed that daily occurred
As a young teeny weenie teenager I stuttered and slurred
But honestly most of my childhood and teenage years are just a horrible blur
Ask Eric if it’s true, because I know he’ll concur
Without us he would have never made it
He would have quickly just faded
So dissatisfied with the person he was born to become
That he concealed the power of self and became an emotionally crippled bum
Born and raised in the ghetto the slum
The projects were complex
So he grew to be numb
But we helped him become an intellectually philosophical entity and not remain dumb
He left the ghetto at an early age to transfer his pain into several of us
He hanged his name legally and factually
It was quite fantastically
Such a nice sight to see
That he would continue to fight
During his egotistical flight in me
We every now and then take some time to converse
And he tells me at times he thinks his life could’ve been worse
And then he thanks me and the others for what we had done
Empowered him to be second to none
To anyone
Under the sun
And he agrees because of us he has so much fun
Because to be so many personalities inside of just one
Flesh
Helps to bring out his best
And to let go of the pain that caved in his chest
If it weren’t for us he would have never survived
And now he’s so grateful
To be successful and still walking live
Rather than the dead man he almost became
Before we entered and came
To take away his shame
And we helped him lift up his name
To societal fame
Without trying to create a name for the game of blame
And now all of us are completely one in the same
We are many minds in ONE soul
And US, no one could ever tame
For it is us who has helped him over come his insecurities and fears
And it was ONLY us who were there for him when he cried and wept heavily in his life
To dry off his tears
We ripped out his fear
With some metaphysical sheers
Than offered glorious cheers
And he grew and aged into his twenty first year
Now this is just a bunch of lipid words that could be livid
But we prefer to create an image
Of a young Latino who used to be so timid
Who outgrew his weaknesses and can now show all of his strengths
And discuss his wars and battles he has fought to terrible lengths
Up, down and side ways he has been fighting for ages
And we help him create a new story as he’s turning the pages
Unified we have become modern day sages
Fulfilling prophetic stories one told in antiquated ages
Letting go of his rages
Now Eric, myself, Illumination and strange poet working together forever
Make us inclined to be able to out perform and rhyme our past line
When we decline to battle anyone on the PV train line
My brain is his and we being so many with a few of us having no name as of yet
All we know is that we will succeed and that’s not a bet
We will get you hungered and mouth watering for what from us you could get
But the bathing in the pool of vocabulary twists will trap you in our net
Get ready, lets get set and then we will go
We will work tenaciously to powerfully spit out a river flow
A flow of such grand proportions
Distorting minds in time and space
Creating misunderstanding and emotional distortions
Lusting our power of words and how we so easily cause verbal abortions
Killing words before they are even life given
Having the minds of many so verbally smitten
But we continue our gitting
While you eat up your eggs and your grits
We continue to ponder on the next year of words we’re gonna spit
How many minds are we gonna flip
The switch will get flipped
Because we’re equipped
Have you running away in fear of lack of word usage
You run then you’ll slip
We encourage the entourage of poets and lyricists alike
To take a bite of the fruit
So like us you could be like
Don’t blame the serpent once the fruit is then bitten
Because then your minds eyes will be opened
And you’ll be spitting word imagery to get your own self smitten
It’s more than a gift but a nurtured talent of many years of tedious labor
And somewhere along the road of our existence
We admit we needed a savior
To save us from the potential agony we could have caused to ourselves
Overwhelm the minds of so many
Like Mae Fannie
We study daily our selves every nook & cranny
To make sure we don’t end up sounding like old grandpa or granny
Or some badly devised bad raised teenage nanny
We could win a Grammy for just the usage of words
Becoming lyrical braggart
Like old preacher Jimmy Swaggart
But in all truthfulness
We prefer to win a Nobel Prize of Peace
Because we desire to only intellectually increase the sound of the rhythmic beats
And so for he who can trod in his feet
Can stand with the elite
And quickly defeat
Without being discreet
But at the end of the day
We may be many minds and personalities
But we are still stuck in the flesh of just one human meat
One shell as you can tell
One which does cry and scream
May whine when he fell
But he is not going to hell
For playing with words
Without feeling the need to then curb
Because this is a rhyme of just a whimsical joke
I like to take time to try to create a verbal image of rope
Break the unsustainable visage of hope
It’s just me playing games to help me to cope
Because I know tomorrow I have to wake up to another day
And still have no hope to be visible like a beautiful cloak
For my sins far surpass the good I could or ever have done
But I will continue to believe, follow and praise Jesus, God the Son!
SkTzO
