my free thoughts on documentation

my free thoughts on documentation,

syllable creation,

misrepresentation, of my distant location,

such a sweet sensation of my past called reallocation,

rhymes not writing themselves your

intentions get dwarfed like elves,

letting ink bleed not allowing

any-more dust from the shelves, imma grown ass man im not twelve.

my authenticity represents the effort i am

compelled. to exp-ell.

manic. hard to manage, tragic,

like terrorist cells, causing damage.

my temperament like nothing ever

experienced,

forgive my anger unrelenting,

tragedy, so many people mad at me,

no possible remedy to the methodology

possessed within me,

lyrical obscenity, was the equity,

i displayed publicly, complementary,

of me,

nor did i mind obviously.

yall hating on me daily.

im like about to hit my stride, quite,

bright! is the future i just might, finish with lyrical demolition, fuck the facts no

opposition can refuse the inevitable

collision, i'm not asking for permission,

rendezvous, deja- vu, this is my

rendition in addition to a "fuck u ".

precision

 

 

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