Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2017
Opening minds from my universal lines
Tooken from outta space time
Ya know I'm
Always traveling at light speeds
Indeed since I was a prodigy breed
Fools make it hard for me to breath
But I opened room once I let my nine squeeze
Silently I see my enemies fall asleep reap
What ya sow straight from heavens door
I was destined for war made out poor
First finished last
Last is the first when it comes to thirst
Rich man's dry from all of the material high
Luxury livin can't even see his own sinnin'
Devils is grinning listening
But his soul ain't dwelling
With the poor I'm see em strugglin just for por-ridge **** near empty fridge look what the system did
Barely makin with the kids
Broke off the rich mans bid
As the prices rise I telepath to graph
My natural high in a spritual tie
No lie but it lies
With in the message huh



While the troops grounded for government loot
In the cities they shoot
Intelligence mute give us the boot
But at the same time got chemicals to swoop
Down in my neighborhood there I stood
Once on the block as a child wild
Young n crazy
Thought this world was made for me
But I wasn't ready seen to many
Brothers go to the penitentiary
Along with the eses I could write an essay
I'm going down like mayday say say
Didn't mean to stutter
Ask for help but folks love to shutter
You out they life acting strife
Positioned the knife
So they can back stab ya then leave ya
Bleeding to ya last breath
Opened arms for death
Take a flight of the steps
On the Stairway to heaven
Injured on the fifth
Died on the sixth but resurrected on the seventh
Bloodline of King Yashayah
Written by
Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
188
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems