Nothing more than a regular guy with a weird name. Im a poet with a mission. That mission is to unify the Black community, into the powerful fist we are.
*i know I wonder
I say what I wanna say when I’m feelin I
Look in the mirror and know Im real
My hands in the air
I’m proud to stay here
I’m real I’m real, I’m really really real*
Psychology of fake our souls intake
Flavor happenin’ as any crafted sorbet
Ingest lies, pretty to the eyes, all a game
Consumption of life’s ills and well?
Breakdown of “Mental Town” gotta get away
Game has transformed into something can’t explain
Head’s all janky, should’ve obeyed
Teachers, life’s teachers, should’ve studied more
But, my mind was only on “thick thigh’d whores”
What that get me? Some memories?
Most I abhor
How to get back? Please Teacher, teach me more…
I’m stuck at whits end man! I need help
Ready to scream, ready to yelp
At the edge of scream& shout
Needing to get out of my head for a spell
Environment’s air performing an alluring illusion
Educating my soul lessons of any and everything but
What’s real, whats real, what’s really really real