Thursday, July 7, 2011

NEW POETRY...CALL IT....FLAKES!


FLAKES by bishop g/ king yoda/ dunbar




YOU SAY MONEY OVER EVERYTHANG?
WHAT A SPELL TOO BE UNDER,
DO I BELIEVE IN GOD?
MY ANSWER IS 3 NUMBERS,
ONE, ZERO, ZERO PERCENT...
I KNOW THE WRATH,
BROUGHT FORTH ON THE PEOPLE
FOR LOVING THE GOLDEN CALF,
IM BROKEN GLASS
HARD TO TOUCH...BUT STILL SHINY,
CHOSE A PATH
WHERE ITS HARD TOO TRUST OR WALK BLINDLY,
AND EVERYDAY REMINDS ME
THAT TIME IS THE GREAT REDUCER,
SO EVEN OUT YOUR PAST
TO AVOID AN ODD FUTURE,
IM NO TYLER CREATOR FAN...
ID RATHER CREATE A FAN...
ERASE THE COMPLEX NONSENSE
WITH A BASIC PLAN,
AND RULE NUMBER ONE WOULD BE
PUT NO FAITH IN MAN,
FLAMES FROM FAME
SEEMS TO GRATE THEM
TO A FLAKE OF SAND!