Battle of the two Giants
High noon announced the duel of the giants
Poetry and Hip Hop gunslinging the date was set
One accused the other of ****** the verbal world
As poetry sighted the words of Poe, hip hop did hurl
"Cant you rock these lame %$# words in slow
That dumb %&# Raven needs to be defeathered bro"
Poetry stood back and shook his hands down low
Reaching for his quilt using hip hop as ink he wrote
"The sound of silence is gold when you release your soul,
I need to feel the heartbeat of man so go!"
Hip hop now breakdancing on the floor
Laughed at this poor attempt to show poetrys gold
"You call that soul? I see it as a blind man,
Using fancy words to hide your fears so grand"
As poetry began to write another line
12:00 o clock came up as the sun did shine
Both stood back to back drawing their weapons
As the countdown to the duel approached like a new son
3 steps forward both rhymers turned about face
Two bangs later the smoke cleared both were embraced
The two giants knelt to ground their hearts did bleed
This time not of words but of blood so clean
At the same time both died as they killed each other
Why not write about how we are killing one another
Black vs White, hip hop vs poetry
Same old siht but this time its affecting me

Daddy told me not to ****
I killed myself with men.
Mother told me to get my fill
Of poetry and lyrical pen.
I told myself I'd write the words
That now leaks in my dna.
I told my self I'd be unheard
Yet I get louder day by day.

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Ladies and gents
let me present
To you
Me

The heart that crushes
Makes art blushes
When I see irony
I runaway from me

I’m a tight not with loose ends
I’m thick I bend
I carry a shoe lace noose
and walk
With a mouth that’s bullet proof
I’m poetrys’
Muthafuckin’
G’

Shake me
Shake loose some lyrical tendencies
And you’ll see
Im soft like cookie’s
Dough
Ya know?
Kneed me mash me with your fingers
nowhere near your mind do I linger
But
I still got a tongue like a
Trigger finger

And you used to mock me
when I say peace
To this – I grind my teeth
I take this powder and sell it on the black market
Then I go to the white store
And find myself a racist *****
And **** slap her with a sentence thunderous
Just
to explain there is no race under us
******
A fist at a fathers gist
Ask the **** why he raised me like this
Twist

And say, do you see that miss
That girl is disgusting
Yet her beauty gives her attractiveness
I attack with this
I bow to her like a blasphemist
Look for a bent *** to kiss

I’m yoga preztled trying to fit social norms
This lifelong lifetime will we round into social form
Torn corners
rip me down the middle to find freedom
Where the **** is Lennon when you need him
Oh, yeah,
A bullet
******'
Freed ‘em

We need to understand
We aint’ birds in cages
Yet the bars set in places
Flawed faces
Getting a chance to rejoice
love hoist
Beauty poised?
We are so **** far from this
So instead we stare at unfair bliss
Oh by the way – I’m a ******* ****** killer

*But poetry is a **** good therapist