Weeping Poet

Making a livin of false representations

Deferred proclamations confronts my frustrations

My principals have truly been forsaken

Half my life is contractual and about dough making

Dying is a must and a factual statement

They claim to be some MCs but on what basis

Their lameness is evident, acting like their ego was heaven sent

When it looks like that peephole got 7 heads

Creeping through windows and hitting rear ends

Fear doesn’t end when you step around the bend

And see me with a hammer and your gut gets wrenched

Can’t handle the pressure and apocalyptic stench

That reads revelations on how elegant you’ll end

Sectors of Life looking like you broke and never spent

When it reality it was good decisions keeping you from drawing lint

Now it’s half a brick I’m tripping over my feet to my head

Welding the versions of rap you hear on the go

Whether on the radio or in a movie when the credits slow

The debt is low, lethal lead from my vocals blow

Using postal codes to find out where you lay low

You gonna get found like farming in Iowa for potatoes

I’m A.Morgan meets Kratos, topped with a halo

Thanos snapping his finger to get rid of the fake hoes

Who just gardening to get down low

Makes me cry slo, the culture has shown

That humans have controlled it beyond repair of our own

Oh no, that’s the amusement of the trolls

 

Fire burning buildings

Coffins with scratched ceilings

You a villain, I’m just dollar billing

Hoping on millions

Friends with gifted and splitted children

 

Sending folks to space like astronomy

Hold the face to the floor mend with their monosomy

I’m rolling bars uncontrollably, I’m real, ontologically

Study the way you eat meals, biologically

Pathologically speaking I’m running your psychologically

But in all honesty, im rich you plain poverty

No diss to the lesser by the wealth

I’m talking about the souls who already got killed

Let go of their health, roadway to hell

Pull away hair follicles from impeding pressure on themselves

But that pressure on me turns to seething shells

More like diamonds from the pressure I’ve held

That’s something not many folks can tell, so they just yell

Run things and get caught awoke from the jail

Heard that jail is closest thing to hell

Time to reach in my brain and pull out the jezebel

Seems laced with jazzy bells and clientele

It ain’t hard to verbally tell

But the courtesy of merging what I compel

Is a must if you strive for good reputations that never fail

 

Fire burning buildings

Coffins with scratched ceilings

You a villain, I’m just dollar billing

Hoping on millions

Friends with gifted and splitted children

 

I’m ancient apocrypha, sinapses from the bottom of

Jay to Z Electronica, zapping your precious doves

Multi transportation love, Your Old Drugs

Mishandling assortments of alcoholic bubs

The wine is my new bub, the marks are the scrubs

The new bottle covers up my fruits like a shrub

Now my truths are small like cubs

The youth hysteric but the old is a grub

Youngins lying like rugs, getting tugged like a stub

Shrugging of the pain of what was

Buzz to your cranium, scalped like titanium

Using vibration to interlock your nerves

Swerving my words to cross sections with swords

Boards of curves, you see my peeps preaching verbs

Fifteen, basic teen styled type Proverbs

The taller curbs bump harder, what’s the word

Conducting electricity through my Westside connection

Holding a Mac that won’t stop I know that brethren

I be flatting yall out, so let me see the sections

Where I need to see where to shoot above the knees

Contradicting deities, three at peace that’s a trinity

Wearing my Jesus piece in Belize

Jeez, bearing all the hate I have unfortunately received

But of course with these schemes, I use it as a steam

Powering dreams, gets my rusty gears spinning comfortably

Everything I write is a must read, so jump please

Or get of my track after I feed you this sweet 16

Or that doubled, don’t matter cuz I’m bubbling hot like tea