Untitled: A little throwback poem for when I was just having fun with words. Don’t Judge Me. Hope you enjoy. Like, comment and subscribe to my mailing list. View my previous posts until tomorrow.
I think I’m going to call this untitled
This don’t have a title
But I got the title around my waste
I’m going to keep it straight
I had to kill the wait
No time to waste
This is my faith
No need for the hate
Anyone who knows me know I want to rap
But that wasn’t in god plans
I got bars but no rhythm
It’s just that simple
in this I leave a dent like a dimple
My spoken word be popping like a pimple
I’m at every other artist head like a temple
With these lines I go mental
My name in everyone mouth like dental
People want to control me like parental
I stay pure like Kendall Jenner
No that’s a lie I changed like Caitlyn Jenner
I am looked at as a criminal like a foreigner
Every time I see the police I think will I make it to dinner
I don’t want to have a killer
I rather go easily like in my sleep
I’m not trying to feel that heat
This wasn’t suppose to be deep
I’m just deep
Every day I leave, it feels like I took a leap
Then there’s people all over with the hammer trying to compete
One in uniform one in red or blue
The world sick like it got the flu
Uniform killings get more attention
Quick to give attention to that but daily shootings don’t get the time
No one wants to hear the truth so I’ll go back to my rhymes
With this pen I’m like Langston Hughes mixed with Tupac shakur
Just like school I got books in the locker
I’m just kicking rhymes around like a ball in soccer
I’m stacking more and more like a stocker
With this spoken word I be trying to teach like mr Crocker
I used to be all alone
The only one to ever hold me down was my brother rome
Now let me change my tone
A lot a people say I should be playing in the super dome
But I rather rock foams
And keep hitting this upset victory like Ronda getting beat by holly holms
Whoever said they was the king they just got dethrone
I got bars
That could get me far
Now that’s monkey bars
I want to ride around with the stars
And I’m not talking about celebrities I’m talking about a red rath
With this pen and paper I come to escape
I’m different with these bars I go stupid
I’m not average I don’t talk about shooting people like I’m Cupid
I’m a new breed
Different from the others
I’m just a spoken word lover
I got many talents like Donald Glover
With these bars I would make every rapper suffer
I’m serving these rappers up like a butler
Their bars is weak minded
Got the people blinded
Let me try
I got more pack than a 8 pack
All I do is count these fucking stacks
I’m a fat boy so you know I stay with that Big Mac
And you know it’s on my hip
Let somebody trip
And imma let it rip
These the Same dudes that chant black lives matter
Man these dudes is scattered
How you all about black lives matter
But all you talk about is leaving blood splattered
Man I’m done eating this track like a platter
The world not ready for me like steph curry
I’m going to shut down the universe when I drop Word’s Of Fury
Love this!!!!