To all of these famous poets,
On here living double lies,
And you **** well know it,
See your conscious, where ya garden of
Ya mind grows it,
Ya roots is deep, I see it showing, talk about shine, but ain't glowing
I feel your growing, into a desperate position,
I opt out the commission,
Constant fan mail, no addresses or post stamp,the men in black,
Scripts with shirts encrypted, I am champ I peep ya mental cramps,
Feel me, I prefer rebels, or joining a cause,
I'm the effect before the clause,
Pause, I got the critics with the open jaws,
I write it like Shakespeare,
I could write it Edgar Allen Pole, but I rather dig from the depths of my soul,
Im the odd ball, standing on evens tall, no longer after it all,
Riches only temporary, cant transfer wealth to the cemetery,