When I have a sober mind, it runs rapidly
I just think of shit, so randomly
Not trying to be a Spoken Word Artist
I just say how I feel, When I feel, and dont give a damm about what you feel
I just express myself accordingly
You may say I am upidy or high class
Cause I rather not acknowledge your existence with pants hanging off your ass.
You may say I’m stuck up, I say Im convinced.  Convinced that I have been awarded by the most high with the capalities to strive more than a normal person.
Or because you use words like THOT I rather just say you are a Hoe. No Im not high maintenance, my house didnt have a white picket fence, I just like to talk like I have some damn common sense.
My generation is so messed up.  This society is so fucked up.  They want you to do good but slander youFor doing better than the person before you.  
Again Im not trying to be a Spoken Word Artists.  Im just here to express myself to you.  Turning my thoughts into words that are verbally spoken.  I am not here to entertain you.  I am not here to draw a crowd.  
Call me ignorant, Better yet call me a Bitch, it only makes me proud. Proud  to say that the good life I live that has nothing to do with you has such a noticeable affect on you.  
I’m not trying to be a Spoken Word Artist.
I am just opening about the conversation I had with my thoughts, a paper, and a pen. From a little woman who screams within. About the who, what, where and the when.  Im just here to talk to you and make my voice some what heard. So my purpose is made here on Earth. Im not trying to be a Spoken Word Artist in anyway or form, just my love for mixin thoughts and words is ready to be poured
Poured into making a point. A point  to where  everything that is brought to you in life is never for free.  
Even the smallest little things come with a fee.
You ask God why me?
Now let me draw a picture for you mentally.
Convincingly you think you have it together.  You step out with your 200 dollar pair of shoes, your 100 dollar outfit.  Your shiny ray bans, and jewelry just glistening and shining.  But yet you barely have a whole pot to piss in.
Your focus is on meaninless, unnecessary but quite the contrary the price for that is your dignity.
Concentrate on what really matters like what purpose does all that shit mean.  Besides making our people ill psychologically. And causing your priorities to start sinking.  I know that last line has you thinking.  
No Im not a spoken word artist.  Im just hear to make you see, what my community is coming to be
Maybe Im politically incorrect, or just not normal because I’m not what my Momma wants me to be or what you thought I be.  So as I write down the thoughts I’m having randomly and speak on whats screaming at me.  
I  look around  and look up I hear a voice saying failure is not an option.
Walking around here being a statistic to my city, and being miserable with life.
Man WHAT THE FUCK I LOOK LIKE.
I stand for people who think they cant make it, you can do what whatever your mind takes you too thats why Im standing on this platform talking to you.
Im not a Spoken word Artist.
I am the voice of my peers, that have silent ears and blind eyes.
Blind and deaf to what really matters. It just makes my blood boil and spatter.  
I pray that my people realize and finally open up their eyes.  
To whats really important and perseverance....and not their appearance