The Sonnet

Ima run the rap game til the cusp of dusk til dawn

Hit the track famished, cheetahs fast through Ramadan

Weak from the fenugreek, laced Adidas in my bong

So elated so opaque but I put it in the song

Super-na-tu-ral every moon, from the womb of Shamylan

but the swan song sings,

Soon til’ my bloom, young Arun will kaboom

and consume, put these rappers in their tombs,

Tune the guitar

Cuz Ima play jenga with these hooks and these bars,

You think I lack scars, they are hidden from the lakhs in my cadillac,

Four-door, tinted, hooligans with the mint, also known as the government,

That enough to break the camel’s back? Yo no se

But Arun know the ties from the Bay to LA

Essays cover Riots, Bloods, and Esses,

So bring forth the next wave before you press play,

Bring your sensei, sense my shogun,

Don't need to show guns, I monkey-flip some,

Stow my stones with my sticks since my words can harm,

You play the victim, you done with my monkey tricks

That you toss your banana clips, holy water, finally take a sip,

Harmony that fuckin set you free, you come to grips,

That you on your deathbed wishing you had one more wish,

One more bitch, one less trigger finger that itch,

One less drug that'll get yourself fixed,

it’s a cold cold world and life is-that-bitch

I write this to my brotha that would’ve been my grown love,

The reaper hit him with a cold-love, the growth crushed his bones,

Looking at my book of rhymes, the only soul that hit home

is the one in his rhymes, writing this poem,

With a flow tryna spit him back, instead I’m melting both poles,

On a message ten-fold now I’m melding both coasts, one love