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I’ve recently been forced to choose
Between Latin Kings, Nieta, bloods, or crips
To either shine my light or put AK clips to your lips
As I fervently flip
The hypothetical poetical script.
Flip it like the table during a bad poker game
Revealing a bad writers shame
Only message they can send
Is trying to glorify their own name
But it’s totally lame like an eclipse
Spewing forth garbage from their sloppy wet lips
A horribly terrible disgusting rhythmic writer
Never offer’s good content and they absolutely know it
So they scribble a wanna be metaphorical riddle
To try and sound like a poet
But at the end of that tunnel
Is carpel truth and the light will blindly show it
They think they can disperse a worse verse
Than a hexed curse placed upon the head of a child on the day of his birth
Seeking for worth in their next verse
So they discuss bling, rings diamonds and rims
Trying to misdirect your attention from who is the dead HER or HIM
They acknowledge and recognize their hollow and shallow vain words
Which when I hear any radio sounds it truly does disturb
To hear that trash put forth
In the radio waves that control minds
Confining youthful minds
Declining the next rhyme to exacerbate my hate rhyme crime
I hear garbage but listen to rhymes that elevate
While I shed wisdom with those who understand higher frequencies
Millions choose to self defuse and self desecrate
I can not mentally rape those who self rape and self hate
Self loathing
Wearing glamorous clothing to hide the hate for the life you endure
If records labels actually hired truth spitters
Rather than stupid illiterate narcissistic mouth ters
Verbally defecating pronouns and verbs that pollute the thoughts of every listener
I prefer to spit knowledge and pay attention to what makes my mind leaner and cleaner
Emotionally sharp
Like the blades of ninja or samurai
No need to sit their crying while wondering how or why
Break the mold and unfold your soul
Let it unfold and unfurl
Breaking out the shell of lies watch your toes curl
I'm the "Day walker"
The direct elect and truth talker
Ecstatic, enigmatic highly dramatic skitzofrenic baulker
I whole-heartedly refuse to comply
To what the world says is truth when it’s obvious it’s just lies
Truth is not measured by the millions that the very lie they believe
The more that believe to me just means their more easy to deceive
Feel relieved I am not calling anyone out in this game called truth
Poetry is the expression of emotion in rhythmic and any human form
Whether you’re enlightened or ignorant as hell
Seek within yourself before you go to the mountain and tell
Don’t be a fool to go and tell the lies you try to sell
As it will only reveal how tightly wrapped you are in your mental cell
Here’s a note
Towards those who vehemently write against others when they and their illiterate selves can not even properly write
Before you try to tear down others
Take a close look at yourself under the light and discover your plight
Then, once you have grown and your balls have finally dropped down
Then use a dictionary to help you properly flop ground
Sloppily written while some content is there
I admit I can relate because I too was once stupid and I too was once there.
But I reversed my position and began walking a very different path
Graduated to a higher level in intellect
To the point that today’s fools always laugh
Wise men could learn so much from the lips of a fool
But a fool could never learn a thing from wise men
Even if they swam in the same pool
Don’t sit there and drool wondering what that metaphor means to you
‘Cause if you didn’t understand it
Then you’re the one I’m speaking to
Problematic experiences as I see PV become a joy ride
Real fluent poetry is an expression
And not a lame game of shame
Trying to edify your own name to some internal level of fame
First learn to write despite the internal desire to fight
Seek for light as that’s the only eternal form of sight
Gain and maintain the sight then utilize it to assist others
Whether it be for those here in PV
Or your own parents, sisters, or brothers
Use the gift you feel you have for the better to the community
Cause I’ve already won immunity to any type of scrutiny
And if you try to battle
There will be a mutiny
So save yourself the time
And use it to better develop your so called talent
Before you can break the hour glass
You need to gain some personal balance
The lines been crossed
The dime is tossed
My teeth are flossed
And I'm more than ready and willing to share
Cause I'm willing to offer guidance to help in your despair.
So either take it or deny it
But the end result would be your choice
You could take this as a kind gesture
Or be a court jester and try to make some noise
SkTzO
