By Street Cies
Welcome to my mental pattern that surrounds Saturn speech trafficing
Its me again isolated Gillian or monks pilgrimage watching covid news grinning
Liveing in the burbs puffing on curbs making sure l dont blend only trust pad and pen
Only friend walking around l have no ken both spit fire two and a half men causeing mics to senge
Let it all in before it all ends mastering craft you riding schwinn poet till life ends look through lens
From Mississippi pain and dirt back to earth so l write poetry like ITS MY TURF
Red alert Street Cries going berserk got ish on my chest you gone need a nurse
Calm down reverse Street Cries mask and shirts in yo face collection plates at church custom made merch
Increasing my worth like selling a MOUAWAD 1001 NIGHTS DIAMOND PURSE
Pharselogest lyricist outburst from genesis till mouth hurts shaking universe
Where aliens lurk walking on stars like wearing converse
Explosive metaphors that make yo dame twerk insane flames from voical cords rhythmic words
Southern slurs touch yo nerves still sound superb
Spit bars from mars in herds me falling off thats absurd clearing out space like a poetry purge PEACE