No need for your heinous messages,
As I read purely for alimentation.
No need for your association,
Without your baggage and hatred!
No need for me to react to any of your knavish antics when I’m braised in,
A light provided by my savior while I pray in,
The name of Love I just began to feel for myself…
A public service announcement for everybody doused in a coat of anger worn as I become cold through a lyrical prowess,
Too deep for you to understand on any day that I’m crowded,
By thoughts of a life so mellifluous…
I am sorry that I’m not sorry.
As a kid who kicks a rhythm unable to be mimicked by just any individual,
A hit through this pipe bomb is what you’ll have to wrestle with along a militant visual,
I create when assembling my army of poems so lyrical…
Emulation is flattery at it’s finest and I thank you for it.
No matter what is done on your side of the fence,
You are a pain who will never get points for trying to score with,
The same shots I take at life regardless of how hard you try soaring,
Those palms to the sky when you should work towards,
I can see why you love copying what I do.
You probably see yourself in me,
Even if I never see myself in you.
When you look into your mirror,
I am the reflection of what you want to be,
As you wake up pretending like you have nothing to lose…
You are nothing!
While I make sure to rip in to,
The glass house you made for yourself as I force you to give in to!
The Peace I’m trying to spread as I break you down into pieces…