My Swagg
To all the ones who said my words were trash! I laugh
Perpetual poetic hatter swag
*Your words are insurgency
My ink pen is infantry
Poetry is battalion commander
*I’ am commander an chief
It is words that enslave me
But through poetry I stay free.
Life can be lost fast
If you don’t duck and think fast
Words swerve and go past like
Bullet fast
Rickashaying off of you and into me
Spartic gun fire where hunger never retires and like the middle east these thoughts never cease fire.
So you understand just why my pen is always so tired
Why my heart fails and then resuscitates
This Is the laxative I take
Because my life always seem to constipate
But that same shit you shit
I spit
But like an artist I create
I mold
I shape
I explanate
I punctuate
I write and I write
I write left write
Your words I play with for fun
I rock notebooks like ones
5 star an compositions
3 & 5 subject check out my intermission
Versus be so tight
No not a virgin,
New to the mic
But grew up in this literary system
Words are my friends
But they enclose me like literary prisons
I hate words out of control
No feeling or soul
So I beat on my drums and banish your rock an roll
It’s my soul and my passion
It’s indecent exposure
So when I recite I stay flash-in
I rock lines like Prada
Classic in the sense but for ever last in
You try to make my words explode
My poetry is napone
So I stay blast in
I write because you keep me conflicted
And I’m kind of addicted
Like crack heads are addicted and
Meth heads are addicted like I smoke
Cigarettes an I too am addicted
See Joel had lepracy and I am afflicted and writing is my only medicine
You cause me to write like h.i.v aids and Azt medicine
Or people who are diabetic and some insulin
Now writing is my man an I so want to marry him
Writing is my foe and my first cousin
First coffee in the morning and I am writing in the dozens,
I love it when you try to use my words as weapons
I keep two on the side you know I like gun in
So keep yap pen that lip
My wrist you can slit
I am a queen when I spit
Poetic phrases bow before me when I take a sip
Oral and written be my two chariots
There is no other
Poetry is good as it gets
Smoke in cats up like I smoke cigarettes
So keep pop in that lip
4-play is potent when she spits
* you are my pungency
Your words are insurgency
My ink pen is infantry
Poetry is battalion commander
I’am commander in chief
It is words that enslave me
But through poetry i am free
Free.
(2009)
