Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Let me erase All the stress

Mic Check
1 to 3
Let me erase 
All the stress
sing these lines
1 to 3
Read me
I have become
A pulsating beat
Numbing your eardrums
Nothing about
The hum and the drum
I seal all within one strum
Just like the Nile
I will flow
Deuces within my flaws
Will leave wannabes
Chasing their doggy tales
I would be a daywalker
Not even Joe Black
Would dare double cross me
in these lines
I am birthing
The scrolls
Gospels in time
Needing
Angelic souls
To interpret the Word
Been here and there
Done this
Done that
Only to do this
Playing with words
Becomes rhyme
In my Ghetto scriptures
I will in time
Retire as the Sire!

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