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Mac616
Mac616
28/M/Atlanta Author of “ Intelligence Of A Clown” / Buy it from:Amazon, Lulu.com, or DM me ig@Mac_dapoet / Also follow for spoken word and visual poem videos / Inquires [email protected]
Work and pay taxes get lucky and might make millionaire caches if you step on enough of the masses A public school fairytale in other words a classic A degree only guarantees an inquiry Into the job market not the key to a home as history taught it We need an audit on who making the real profit, cause the the deposit is getting microscopic While Garfield’s constantly getting dividends, I’m barely making ends, so when does the dream begin? Got clips telling me to keep “grindin” The more you hustle, the more you’ll be buyin Skip the ad, back to the methodology on how to win at poverty when your effort considered second round, should have gone lottery Itemize your body for somebody’s hobby, you can’t frown in a five-star lobby Orchestrate the take from another families plate but when I bankroll too great the feds wanna play Drake like the family matters to them outside election dates Turn my life into a stalker dream, and access me via a stream cause I need more green Even with the increase, the pain doesn’t cease now I’m looking for a new release Fill the void in my account with mental health taking the mound, at full count I can’t miss or end up on a “Where are they now?” playlist
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Jun 9, 2024
Jun 9, 2024 at 6:02 PM UTC
#American’tdream
Again backward is everything… until, inhale Peace in mind and body, trauma-covered veil Reality is shared pain like Nobara meets Shibuya So Animated it is fairytale, feeling numb after, Puff puff then imagine dragons
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Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 5:10 PM UTC
Woodsback
Started with gold-plated meals and religious heels Felt like heaven was real Then why I am in the mirror using conceal Maldives By day Belize when you say In Madison Square where you keep me boxed if I stray For freedom, I have to start with “May,” Mother stretched her hand to not get met Countless reports stopped after the first check Your life can’t be in danger if you commute on private jets Burberry shades when he’s most scary So my trauma doesn’t connect As soon as I finally collect from my war wounds, it’s turned into show tunes Like, “ Where are all these hiding bathrooms, when you are out taking pics in Cancun?” No matter how viral, there will be an audience that says,” I never a ran mile until my lifestyle went down the Nile.”
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May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
Assault over the Ring
The brightest lights tend to consume Put in the spotlight so my character is assumed Yet you won’t learn me til I’m exhumed Cause my legacy is more important than a therapy room Endorsed as I’m source for what stops your scroll So my role is funded if I never break the code Interact, react, or enact either way dollars rolling in Not to the masses but to certified evil overseers who entrust it to their next of kin Thinking your pen game going to help others with their pain But to maintain you have to insert the product name Keep telling yourself that’s it only one more album, only one more line Don’t worry your Grammy’s gone pile up over time Refine your story, tell your side but it’s hard to accept like a late Valentine It started with good intentions even some honorable mentions about your conscience decisions But what's an activist without comma sense? Homeless begging for cents or at least that’s what they present So I only get to wear the suit if play Superman but never Clark Kent
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May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 7:20 PM UTC
Public figure
Blades in your mouth but you're not chainsaw man Any opportunity to be an opp You take it by hand Forever you swear we tight Like a Shaolin clan Yet I see a katana eveytime You say “You understand” We grew side by side Edamame Call each other family members Uncle and aunty So why anytime I trip Over my family tree You were there waiting To catch and bury me In Homeroom debating cartoons To lying about taking shrooms With the water girls to see If they part vacuum Thought our college days be A different world You saw it like who “the best man” Now our friendships otherworld Maybe in the next life, we can give it A whirl Until then where’s the knife We have a lot to unfurl Continuing to grow making room for A family Adding decimals to make their life more Exceptional It always seemed medicinal until the economy went critical Now it's every man for themselves Even if there’s enough on the shelves You see me and mine as wanting Yours to fail At least that’s what it looks like When I scroll on my cell
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May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 9:14 AM UTC
We friends?
It started small, like can I ask you a favor? Too, You want me in your mouth, lifesaver You promised I wasn’t a new flavor Yet I was minor to you never major Meetups after school, drinking at your pool, classmates thinking that I’m cool not realizing I’m some pervert addiction nickname, Juul Using my Maturity to get by the insecurity Ensuring me that I’m different for my age Purity in your voice starts to disengage When my clothes start to fade Ready to tell peers about our late-night hobbies The details I describe make them jealous like they want to rob me Recall every instance where I lost innocence feeling less like Rocky More like Paulie here comes impotence Three therapy sessions a week Two affirmations to keep me at my peak One time for me to remember you and start to blame my physique
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May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 9:04 AM UTC
Nick at Nite
Green flowing in as long hate continues to win A mix between misinformation and confrontation so my post makes you grin Laughing cause I know you hiding the pain Taking it on the chin Women need to do this, men to exceed resist and If you not making millions does your life proceed to be dismissed The commandments of discord Feel like swords piercing through keyboards, I love that I’m never ignored Truth be told I don’t care about my post Or the latest billionaire living on a coast It’s the attention I want most, podcasts and interviews increasing my views that trickle money down, who wants to toast? Going viral for picking on someone’s spiral Uplift the predator that’s my idol Selling hot takes like hotcakes, where’s my rival? None in sight? So I dominate no matter how late, just wait, did somebody die? Caption “Three reasons why they won’t touch the sky”
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May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 8:31 PM UTC
Thumbs of hate
6:30 am time to hit fifty before I hit the door Wash away yesterday’s grind Hoping today has more sunshine Thrown on clothes darker than my mind Hit the App that controls my income Unemployment still ain’t come So I move somebody’s lunch like a ransom Even Ranch and Dim Sum Cause bills ain’t immune Morning, night and afternoon Even when my life has gone National Lampoon By 1:00 pm 45 miles til empty Stretching the gas past E I don’t need Jesus grabbing the wheel unless he putting ten on pump three Turn the clock back before 3/16 Back before covid19 was the fiend That has me addicted to this gig economy scene 6:00 pm refill before the dinner rush Helping Susie make the home like Im the one who cut off the crust Disgust with my lack of opportunity piled higher So I’m burning more woods than California wildfires Since I’m constantly on the wire Applying To be more despite the Ravens Moving in Closer directed by Wes Craven Scary combination for a brother just trying to get out with his family 11:00 pm taxi as a luxury to another essential needed for my daughter Whose father fights his introductory Instinct to be extinct maybe it’s depression, “What do You think?” I ask the Waffle House waitress Whose facelifts to expel “ the bill $19.86,” with straightness No hiatus dropdown 30 With the hurry hoping for a better season For us both Like curry Too many Wiseman on my team so my future is blurry So the star I seek I see only week to week How unfortunate but no time for grieve It’s 4:00 am only two hours to relieve Swiftly I snore, snooze the alarm button The real horrorcore
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May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 8:27 PM UTC
Gig
6:30 am time to hit fifty before I hit the door Wash away yesterday’s grind Hoping today has more sunshine Thrown on clothes darker than my mind Hit the App that controls my income Unemployment still ain’t come So I move somebody’s lunch like a ransom Even Ranch and Dim Sum Cause bills ain’t immune Morning, night and afternoon Even when my life has gone National Lampoon By 1:00 pm 45 miles til empty Stretching the gas past E I don’t need Jesus grabbing the wheel unless he putting ten on pump three Turn the clock back before 3/16 Back before covid19 was the fiend That has me addicted to this gig economy scene 6:00 pm refill before the dinner rush Helping Susie make the home like Im the one who cut off the crust Disgust with my lack of opportunity piled higher So I’m burning more woods than California wildfires Since I’m constantly on the wire Applying To be more despite the Ravens Moving in Closer directed by Wes Craven Scary combination for a brother just trying to get out with his family 11:00 pm taxi as a luxury to another essential needed for my daughter Whose father fights his introductory Instinct to be extinct maybe it’s depression, “What do You think?” I ask the Waffle House waitress Whose facelifts to expel “ the bill $19.86,” with straightness No hiatus dropdown 30 With the hurry hoping for a better season For us both Like curry Too many Wiseman on my team so my future is blurry So the star I seek I see only week to week How unfortunate but no time for grieve It’s 4:00 am only two hours to relieve Swiftly I snore, snooze the alarm button The real horrorcore
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I’m so hasbro makes you Elated to see me belated to the TV Cause when I come out You jump like Geronimo Head to toe until I need Some double As just to go Left out to dry Then the next bereft post-adolescent Who acts prepubescent to the crime so it’s just petty theft Cause I’m back before 3, dropped off Carefully but unsuccessfully fixed Played with so much that regrettably My Hue isn’t brisk However that doesn’t stop the next Wavering wrist that sees me as the Catalyst To there fantasy I’m such a satirist just mimic what they do An antagonist to myself spilt In the middle McAvoy Nightfall brings arms and legs missing Doesn’t stop your mission No matter the position I’m forced to listen Simplistic with you movements yet I’m congruent so you don’t feel the intent That I wish you used me more then just to Pitch a tent Gears that squeak, cracks and scuffs that peek through plastic, paint bubbling on side chipping on the other, unique I am no longer Until you ponder to pick me up, it’s midnight a light flicks on You wipe the borders of my dull frame Apply a new coat of paint With a somber look As this routine isn’t green but gray More common then prayers on Sunday Attach new limbs, you place me on a tray To let the repairs stick, how I long for this moment every day. Once back in optimum shape, I can’t opt to miss Thanking you from making me prime So I become an auto thot for you One more time Whatever is on you pallet hammer it out I’m not against being a mallet Cause you know I’m already Your first round ballot Once our matinee ends before dawn Your out like there’s a package on the lawn I wish I could just see you yawn Too bad because it’s 12 Time for my first black swan
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Dec 14, 2021
Dec 14, 2021 at 6:48 AM UTC
Toy
I’m so hasbro makes you Elated to see me belated to the TV Cause when I come out You jump like Geronimo Head to toe until I need Some double As just to go Left out to dry Then the next bereft post-adolescent Who acts prepubescent to the crime so it’s just petty theft Cause I’m back before 3, dropped off Carefully but unsuccessfully fixed Played with so much that regrettably My Hue isn’t brisk However that doesn’t stop the next Wavering wrist that sees me as the Catalyst To there fantasy I’m such a satirist just mimic what they do An antagonist to myself spilt In the middle McAvoy Nightfall brings arms and legs missing Doesn’t stop your mission No matter the position I’m forced to listen Simplistic with you movements yet I’m congruent so you don’t feel the intent That I wish you used me more then just to Pitch a tent Gears that squeak, cracks and scuffs that peek through plastic, paint bubbling on side chipping on the other, unique I am no longer Until you ponder to pick me up, it’s midnight a light flicks on You wipe the borders of my dull frame Apply a new coat of paint With a somber look As this routine isn’t green but gray More common then prayers on Sunday Attach new limbs, you place me on a tray To let the repairs stick, how I long for this moment every day. Once back in optimum shape, I can’t opt to miss Thanking you from making me prime So I become an auto thot for you One more time Whatever is on you pallet hammer it out I’m not against being a mallet Cause you know I’m already Your first round ballot Once our matinee ends before dawn Your out like there’s a package on the lawn I wish I could just see you yawn Too bad because it’s 12 Time for my first black swan
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Defied gravity,changed the game’s formalities and all you have to say is mentality. For the lord of the rings mastery to appear images of 81, a man who shots ended so many suns and trailblazers. Your impact was nothing short of a Big Bang crater, a creator to so many future hoop legends that’s why I’m writing “Dear heaven” cause he did more for us than any lakers possession. A father even in the end, I salute as your jersey ascends there will never be another bean Bryant again.
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 8:03 AM UTC
The 8th wonder of the world