HAND LEFT SIDE
(A little rusty with rap style poetry)
Writing these rhymes Im thinking of times head stuck-in thick mines dan-cing
over the crime wave as high as a sky cave above where the night plays
and souls be resisting all over the system and damaging victims
those constantly kneeling in buildings concealing the real what they preaching
and bury it deep in a book that they wrote in my poems are crying
and talent is wasting not wantin a damn thing to do with this system
you see it is falling been warned so am running from evil thats coming
you smell what im writing, a rapper without weed, and women and fast cars
am one of the last stars, climbing to reach mars, nubian child east, an
african high priest ether a sun born, a tutsi of tall form, going against
norms and I will be resting in weather demanding, ancestors be guiding
and checking my gene pool awakening transform, that spiritual third eye
realler than cannabis, blisser like heavens kiss this earth I will never miss
repetitiously taking trips already left all this,
never your average kid, resisting a high bid, a-lien migrate
fighting but too late, Shait-an on my plate, shoulderin holding weight
a burdensome night dream, hopeless it may seem wondering outcomes
ponderin how comes I make it without lungs surviving in hard slums
a loner without lone, to make it on my own, sitting on high thrones
cause when it is all done I ran like a good son cuz I am the lost one
the prodigal bad one, my story has begun.
Left hand not right hand, right brain not left brain
honing on my skill a verse with tight thrill, beat or no beat
track yes or no track I spill it cause im real, feel it or no feel
my poems you will steal, fame lame appeal
money is that trick I spent it or bank it
if could I would burn it Gods knows I dont love it
its evil and thats it, I get if I need it
I chop it I eat it much calories it gives
that chicken or fried fish a heart clogging dish
the top is a lifetime achievement in my mind
I seek so I'll find, my future is not blind
school or a damn fool, Im letting it all go
some thoughts with a sick flow, no cannabis no no
cause naturally I glow, rasta in my soul
been playing by the rules been doing what they say
this time it is no way Im rising with what comes
rejoining the lost ones, changing the system
preparing the Christ age, they have left a page
And when it all goes down
dont look cause I left town
I will not be going down, be floating on high ground
Im ending it right here, so listen then you'll hear
Poet
(A little rusty with rap style poetry)
Writing these rhymes Im thinking of times head stuck-in thick mines dan-cing
over the crime wave as high as a sky cave above where the night plays
and souls be resisting all over the system and damaging victims
those constantly kneeling in buildings concealing the real what they preaching
and bury it deep in a book that they wrote in my poems are crying
and talent is wasting not wantin a damn thing to do with this system
you see it is falling been warned so am running from evil thats coming
you smell what im writing, a rapper without weed, and women and fast cars
am one of the last stars, climbing to reach mars, nubian child east, an
african high priest ether a sun born, a tutsi of tall form, going against
norms and I will be resting in weather demanding, ancestors be guiding
and checking my gene pool awakening transform, that spiritual third eye
realler than cannabis, blisser like heavens kiss this earth I will never miss
repetitiously taking trips already left all this,
never your average kid, resisting a high bid, a-lien migrate
fighting but too late, Shait-an on my plate, shoulderin holding weight
a burdensome night dream, hopeless it may seem wondering outcomes
ponderin how comes I make it without lungs surviving in hard slums
a loner without lone, to make it on my own, sitting on high thrones
cause when it is all done I ran like a good son cuz I am the lost one
the prodigal bad one, my story has begun.
Left hand not right hand, right brain not left brain
honing on my skill a verse with tight thrill, beat or no beat
track yes or no track I spill it cause im real, feel it or no feel
my poems you will steal, fame lame appeal
money is that trick I spent it or bank it
if could I would burn it Gods knows I dont love it
its evil and thats it, I get if I need it
I chop it I eat it much calories it gives
that chicken or fried fish a heart clogging dish
the top is a lifetime achievement in my mind
I seek so I'll find, my future is not blind
school or a damn fool, Im letting it all go
some thoughts with a sick flow, no cannabis no no
cause naturally I glow, rasta in my soul
been playing by the rules been doing what they say
this time it is no way Im rising with what comes
rejoining the lost ones, changing the system
preparing the Christ age, they have left a page
And when it all goes down
dont look cause I left town
I will not be going down, be floating on high ground
Im ending it right here, so listen then you'll hear
Poet
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