Now Folks I Do Know...
That I‘m The Type of Guy...
Who Messes With Minds...
Through The Rhymes That I Write...

But That’s NOT Quite Right... !!!

Cos’ I’m NOT Trying To MESS...
I’m Just Trying To STRESS...
That When You COME CORRECT...
You Will Get My RESPECT... !!!

So DON'T You Be Fooled...
These Are Things That Define...
Why I Move Like I Do...
Why I Speak Like I Do...

And That I DON'T Deal In Lies... !!!
Cos' I Prefer To Speak... TRUTH... !!!

Why I DON'T Suffer FOOLS...
Who Resort To ABUSE...

Because The Tools That They Use...
Are Simply... NOT COOL... !!!

Yes I Have ATTITUDE... !!!
Due To... IDIOTS Who...

Think That My DARK Hue...
Means That They Can Be Rude... ?!?
When They DON'T Have A Clue....
About... How My Mind Rules...
Just Like Teachers In Schools... !!!

But I Know That My Moods...
Can Sometimes Be..... Obtuse...

And Can Switch Like The Goons...
Who Make Dark Gangster Moves... !!!

But Hey What Should I Do... ?!?
Let My Mind Be Consumed...
By People Who Prove...
Themselves To Be Loose...
With The Talk That They Run...
Cos To Me That’s Just DUMB... !!!

Yes I Know I Am One...
Who Does LYRICALLY STUN... !!!

Because Like Chino XL...
My Wordplay EXCELS...
And Leaves Devils To Dwell...
In An... ETERNAL Hell... !!!

HE's Inspired These Lines...
Because He Applies...
The Type of Hot Rhymes...
That Define Why I Write...
In This HARD HITTING Style... !!!

Like Gil Scott Told Him...

He’s The Type Who Inspires..
Writers To Aspire...
To... ELEVATE HIGHER...
Than Any Church Spire... !!!

So I Know What It Is...
To Be A... Lyricist...
Who Has Been Overlooked...
As Well As Dismissed...
Cos’ The Way That I Think...
Makes Shrinks Want To Sink...
Into Books When I Look...
INTO THEM And Express...
That They Are Weakest Links... !!!

I’m A... Lyrical TANK... !!!
So Now Know That My Stance...
Is FRIGHTENING To Clans...
of These So Called Bad Mans...

But Don’t Need Heavy Muscle...
Or Guns For Street Tussles...
Cos I Know How To Rumble...
And Sting Them Like Bumble...

Bees... Lyrically... !!!

It’s My Mentality...
That... Separates Me...
From Uncle Tom Figures...
And Those Who Feed Triggers...
Like Slaves Who Can’t See...
That They Need To Think BIGGER...
Than Seeking To Be...

Loved By White People...
Because What They Seek...
Seems To Be Slavery...
Because They Are Feeble...
Or Slaves To Money... !!!

I Know That I’m TOO DEEP...
To Hold Down Those *******...
Who Are Too Quick To Deem...
Me As Being... Ugly...

Cos I Know What They Like...
So... REFUSE To Align...
Myself With The Vibes...
That Makes Them Spread Their Thighs... !!!

I Now Know That My Rhymes...
And Spoken Word Styles...
Are Clearly TOO WISE...
For Them To Be Signed...
By These Labels That Hire...
Acts That Need To Retire... !!!

Because My Type of Verse...
Or Indeed Spoken Words...
Are The Type That Do Hurt...
These Freaks And Perverts...

Who Are Up In The Business...
of BLATANT *** LICKING...
Because I Am DIFFERENT...
To Those Who LOVE SINNING... !?!

I Know That My Thinking...
Is Why I’m Not Winning...
According To Those...
Who Are Ruled By These **’s...
And By Making That Dough...

However.....
What They SHOULD KNOW...
Is That I Could CARE LESS...
About Being The BEST...

Cos' My Writing Poems...
AIN'T To Win Their Contests... !!!

Yes I AM IGNORANT... !!!
When It Comes To These Heads...
Who Think I Should Simmer...
And Compromise Quicker...
To Be An *** Licker... ?!?

I Know That They Figure...
I’m NOT Helping Myself...
Or Accepting of Help...

But The Help That They Give...
Keeps On Making Me SICK...
Which Is Why I’ll End This...
With These Simple Lyrics...

My Wordplay Will Live...
Long After I’m Dead...
So I Know That I’ll Win...
And Have Lasting Affects...
On Tomorrow’s Children... !!!

So To Those Who’ve Refused...
To Accept How I’ve Moved...
Whilst I Have Been Alive...
I Now Recognise Why...
Because My Standards Are HIGH... !!!

And That It May Well Be Pride...
That Has Left Me Denied...
of The... ULTIMATE Prize...

But DON'T Get It Confused...

To Get To Be... KNOWN...
Is A Road That TAKES SOULS... !!!

And Now That I’m GROWN...
I Have Heard Many Quotes...
From Figures Who Think...
That My EGO's The Thing...
That’s Affected My Goal...

Well Here’s One FINAL Thing...
That These Suckers Should Note...

All These Things...

.... “ I DO KNOW ! “....

What are my fears, my hopes, my dreams made of—
are they made of the softest silk or a

pile
of
bricks

strewn in the corner.

Are they made of the

lightest                  or
             feathers           clouds

or are they just as heavy and ugly as my fears.

What am I made of,
Am I made of anything at all?

I can't remember the last time I felt like
I am more than a test score,
an application, a list, a graph of numbers comparing me
and a thousand other students

just
like
me.