I have respect for my fellow poets...
None of you know me from a hole in the wall, but know this...
I lerk in the distance reading poems for what feels like an enternity...
It is like a crackhead snorting coke, but knowing it is hurting me...
I look, read, smile, and sometimes cry...
Cause I remember back in time when I use to be that guy...
Poem after poem no breaks in between...
Some of you will know what I mean....
For an example, my guy The Wize Dom stay blazing a hot 16...
The guy is a certified Double Ruby...
He got my utmost repsect keeping doing your thing my g...
There is a list of people keeping this urban poetry alive and well...
Like I use to do, but now I just sit and dwell...
On the times when me and few others breath new life into this...
Those are they days I miss...
I am slowly getting my touch back, my target is that ruby gem...
But right now is just sit and read till then..
Well I just wanted to write this to let you all know your poems do not go unread...
I read them right before I head to bed...
Y'all got your own styles and flows and thats what I like about it all...
Nothing is similar from one poet to the next, so I appreciate y'all...
Just keep pressing the keyboard and continue making those Michelangelos.
Cause little do you all know...
You are breathing life back into this lifeless poet...
You are all slowly saving a life and now you know it...