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Thank you (911)

Thank you for these bible studies
For making me survival ready
When the days was feeling heavy
Thank you for feeding me

Thank you for reading me
And helping me to believe in me
Thank you for receiving me
This is the giving tree

I just want to show my generosity
And thank you for using me
Or else I’m useless and lets not be ridiculous
Thank you for having me

Thank you for giving me a purpose
Thank you for letting me worship
Thank you for waking me
Thank you for taking me rescuing me

truth is

They all got the truth but somebody lying
And I don’t mean to be disrespectful
So I will say that somebody is misrepresenting
Somebody need to get checked when it come to checks
And with all due respect cause really I’m chilling
I’m a civilian so its not like I’m making a killing
But when you facing the realness you might
Want to one yourself
leave before they take your wealth
Bullies make you punch yourself
Nothing better me cracking up
Sitting on the sidelines with my side rhymes
No method style or fashion internet crashing
Money stashing and no plastic to cash in
I think I might need to put my name on a t shirt
Cats wearing skirts and capes this world is
And there seems to be no escape

Squats and lunges you was gone lie
But the truth got pulled like a plunger
The coldest winter ever meets the cruel summer
The truth is I want to Skate (wheels on flat screens) on 72” sony screens
Put a volcano on the digital feed
The truth is I appreciate the genius
I want to be king but I don’t want the worship
I want to love God perfect and you making me nervous
Cause my confidence on level 11
you look like a 6 or 7
With very low inhibitions
And really what is the mission
Girl listen
why you think they need so much money
Even the Christians be like – “picture me rolling”
How you hiding and holding
Full house and folding
You cant be square and rolling
I’m just saying somebody lying
They switch colors and sides at their own convenience
And I just smh like I ain’t seeing it

I have no desire to be around liars
Keep my ideas on chains and wires
The truth is very few have me inspired
I could name them but for what
Check my lines if you cant read the influence
Then the truth is its not there I don’t got to ride no coattails
I ‘ve been at this long enough to come up with tall tales or
Truth tell True tales
Cut this thing cook this thing and create sales
So why lie
I’m not on the rocks or ropes
My god you ask
Why lie beneath the guise of a blog
Simply because those who seek shall find
And those who have the talent in their hand
Still more times than not will pass on it
You got the winning hand and you throw your hand in
Me I’m not gone let you do it to me
You gone have to find me
Then remind me
Why you trying to to mind me
I will make you mine me
dig for the copper cultivate this precious metal
precious medal that I’m working for
pass the Pulitzer new York times bestseller
the only thing on my mind
Detroit renaissance rhymes
Even Floyd Mayweather was made in time
So I’m going to need a minute to polish
Before I shine
Like the the truth

6th grade weirdo

O don’t stop now striving for the best this is not how the sixth grade speaks
But I’m doing it for the sixth grade geeks I wish somebody wrote a page for me
No standing down
I’m by the teachers desk no stopping now
Who will hold me down
Will you hold me down
How about you will you hold me down

This is not how the sixth grade speaks but I’m talking
You want to dodge pain start walking
These words are all chocolate girl I want to see your bangs
Can I touch’em now I’m a weirdo standing by the teachers desk I’m here you
Who can hold me down who will hold me down will the girl with bangs maybe hold me down

Cut the fat off the slab the peel off an orange nothing rhymes with orange
And the sixth grade doesn’t sound like this but I’m still here by the teachers desk
The poet starts some mess this is not for the MET this is no John Keats
This is the first time you put DMX on repeat and I need you to save a place for me
Will you hold me down
I need you so bad
I’m so thirsty I’m so desperate I’m so sick and tired
I’m nothing to mess with

And the sixth grade will never sound like this
There is no Tere Mckinney, no Shawna Gill
Just poets notion to keep it real
And will you hold me down
I think you can hold me down
I’m a weirdo I just made you smile
And I’m by the teachers desk till the poem ends
And I think you got a place for me


Imma need you to quit playing
What do you think that I been saying
Ten minutes ago we just lost a speaker
Now the poet is the preacher

I’m bout to go Jack Reacher
The student is now the teacher

(I need some barbecue sauce for my Cheetos)

Don’t tell CT Fletcher
all of my sets are built on a measure
freestyles off the dome in my ledger
RAW eddie Murphy red leather

Max Gerson cured cancer
Go through your research
My favorite rapper is
Fredrick Douglass in a t shirt

///Hold up stop the poem stop the poem
One rappers says we the new slaves
And the closest rapper to him works to
free atheletes from bad contracts
sounds like the new abolitionists to me
that’s better than saying they worship the devel///

now back to your regularly scheduled poem

copper on the table not worth much
copper on my back this is my skin
my origin story
this is how I begin