By age nine i was writing during classtime. At age eleven i was memorizing past rhymes. By age sixteen my mother discovered my talent. A few notebooks filled with the thoughts of a savage. I used to sit and watch then scribble on the paper. Influenced by the street it almost ruined my behavior. Delinquits in a truent state of mind punch the crime clock. Daily see the ghetto unfold and cause a mind lock. Signs of the present show the world is almost over. Descriptions in the scrolls enclose a message from a soilder. Insomnia prolific i expose fatal drama thru. The stable full of rhymes in my brain its like im charming you. The aura in the veins slight possession brought a felony. The prodigal had blocked the things that moma kept on telling me. Then peer pressure came and devastated all the teaching. In exchange for the soul of a student who had been weakened. By the scars from the concrete jungle im michael jackson tight. Thriller in manilla with words come to a action fight. Mayweathers quick i suppose but not as quick as me. Tortured by the thorn in the rose thats always pricking me. Followed like the storm on a road the fame is getting close. Still i shun applause from the masses its like im comatose. Never played the cards i was dealt i had a hidden hand. Place me in a therapy session expose the hidden man. Never underestimate the greatest story ever told. Ever to a room full of scholars i spoke with full control. Severed from the hold of a father started to drink and smoke. Hoffa said the first time he heard me called it unfocused dope. Introvenus thought process my whole collage is like a vein thats been exposed to a needle and twice as leathel. Wont collapse you see the portrait of druggys out on the corner. Men in suits passing papers the title"the final warning". Rather final call going thru withdrawls in a time where everybodys home is like a timeshare. Who are we to judge stones thrown always seem to cause damage. And when bullets whistle thru the air it seems to cause panic. Im alot older age nine wrote a child thesus. A reflection on my home life it baffled all my teachers. At eleven found ways of expression by remembering the things that i stored in my mental get the cameras out. Sixteen candles aggression gon bring the vandal out. Moma read the words of a savage i started standing out. Late night looking at the stars. Later on started looking out of bars what i took from out of cars. Gave everythang back to the owner plus apologized for breaking thru the glass looking back i start to laugh. I cud go on for hours and days but id still have to find out a cut off point to re-roll joints. Right now seems to be the right time watch all the end time signs next joint end time rhyme......"elementary doctrine".....The Unheard....Invalid muse.....JPJR production group INC............
Posted on: Sun, 15 Sep 2013 18:13:14 +0000