I'm lower class..
Like K4 in elementary.
The things I write tend to make some people sorta scared of me.
But I don't write for you,
I speak what's on my mind.
Half of you don't see the truth,
yet none of you are blind.
Bravery or common sense is not something I lack,
I can write you novels with both hands behind my back.
In fact now, I assure you,
if given the chance, with these hands, I could do much more than Bush did for Iraq.
So don't believe the lies,
Lift the veil up from your eyes,
The media brainwashes us,
Let's realize and stop it.
Swath it
I'm a poet with no profit,
If I'm insane now, in a decade, I'm a prophet.

I came into existence the 12th of February.
Blessed, guess it was hereditary.
Both tryin to be something,
Literally came with nothing,
My parents heard the negativity,
... But thought none of it.
My mother was so strong.
Though she was faced with doom.
She grit her teeth and pulled through,
And held me deeply in her womb.
My father persevered, shed tears and blood and sweat,
Yet if I ask him now, I know there's nothing he regrets.
So bless their hearts and souls, because everything's ok.
They're the reason that I'm standing here today.

What a sight to see,
Poets, write some poetry.
Any kind of poetry, I read or write, is close to me.
Capture life in words,
What's to say what you'll convey?
... It can rain on your parade,
Erase the clouds on cloudy days.
Poetry in motion,
Poets create emotions
Deeper than the ocean,
Stronger than endorphins.
What a sight to see,
Poets write some poetry.
It feels so right to me,
A soothing remedy

You're made up of love and serenity,
Can't believe half the **** she's telling me.
I've never felt this, true love is revealing,
What I'm feeling, tell me, can you feel it?
I feel it, feelings got me feeling higher than the ceiling,
You've given me something I can believe in.
So real, it's unreal, what I feel,
like I took too many pills,
It's surreal, I am dead, yet my heart keeps beating still.

It's sad, something that looks beautiful to most,
Can mean pain and suffering to others that are close.
You can paint a pretty picture,
Pretend that he won't hit you.
Say its not an issue,
'Till you're crying into tissues.
And when the sun's down,
And the picture gets more dark.
Your brain implodes,
And splatters like a rorschach.
Keep the ignorance and silence in your mouth.
And don't keep lookin inside from the out.