battle #2
come on kid, don't try to bustle with the fastest...I know my punches are weighted because their crushing masses//
it's fantastic when a perfectly planned phenomenon pushes past minds on its own momentum to carry on//
thoughts and ideas, either real or felt because they say that you have to play the cards u're dealt//and whether I'm reaching you, or not, it doesn't matter cause I'm touching someone else making their lives better//
and now my thoughts have caved in with knowledge until I'm pouncing like a predator with every book feeling my prowless//
I was always very good at that, can u believe...that in Eden knowledge was sin, now it's sin we need//
I guess that means we were destined to fail,destined for bail,we go to church daily yet are destined for Hell//
and if you really think about it at all, then u're a mess cause the joys of this life only means future death//
and it takes a real person to know it,once was a poet, now I'm hated on for rap, although my lines are quoted//
and yeah I've been bitten cause I was one of the greats though ya'll laugh now, I've already established my place//
but it's like Micheal Jordan, everyone thinks they're bettersome are compared,but nobody has yet to fill his leather//
and this process of switching up thought before my means is instilled over time, dealing nothing with genes//
and I could still be one of the best, by why bother cause the next wave'll want u to prove that u're still hotter//
and I'm bothered by wars, deaths, cash, and crimesTHE HUMAN MIND, welcome to the life and times//
posted by LYRICAL LADY B.K.A SCORPIO POET @ 4:19 AM
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