Wednesday, February 18, 2015

New poetry...Who Blew The Bulb

GROUND LEVEL CAMERAS SURROUND ME…
TO VIEW THE STEPS,
MY MISTAKES ON IMAX SCREENS
HOW MANY MOVIES LEFT?
ON THE LOW..MOST PRO LIFE PEOPLE 
WILL ROOT FOR DEATH, 
IM 2 ROOFS AWAY WITH A BREW 
BY A COMPUTER DESK,
SIPPING..TYPING DESCRIPTIONS PICTURING THE FREE FALL,
WAS JUST TRYNA GIVE THE PEOPLE AIR LIKE TOTAL RECALL,
REVIVE ERIC GARNER…TEACH MY KIDS 2 BE GARDENERS,
BENCH WARMER…NEVER GAVE A FUCK WHO THE STARTERS WAS,
WHEN ON THE FIELD I AIRED IT OUT LIKE A BRADY PASS,
YOU AINT TRYNA CATCH WHAT IM SAYING….
WITCHO SHADY ASS,
NIGGAZ QUICK TO BE LIKE “BRO….SUPPORT”,
I TURN AROUND AND SEE A MOE WITH SOME PORK…
YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP!
I STOP WRITING…START..
MIX POP WITH LIGHT AND DARK,
MIND OF AN EVOLVING REVOLVER 
6 SHOTS PROVIDE THE SPARK,
LOOKING FOR THEY LYRICS??
U MAY AS WELL BE IN A POOL
IN BLACK PEOPLE BACKYARD
TRYING TO FIND A SHARK!
MY TIME APART 
FROM MY RHYMING HEART WAS TORTURE,
GUANTANAMO BAY WATER BOARDED 
POTENTIAL SCORCHERS,
FROM 15OO MEGA PIXELS 
TO A PENCIL PORTRAIT,
MY CHAMPAGNE (SHAMPAIN)
WAS MISSING…SO TELL ThEM NIGGAZ CORK IT,
YODAS BACK!
OPPOSE IT? BROKEN BACK…BANE STYLE,
GOT THESE JOKERS NUMBERS BUT IM 
SOMETHING THAT THEY CANT DIAL,
FLOW LEAVING CHEMTRAILS
GOTTEM YELLING
THEY AINT CLOUDS,
HOW IM NOT SUPPOSED TO BLACK OUT…
YOU THINK I AINT PROUD?