Category Archives: POETRY

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Don’t step on me, i was never the prey,
I pray for my homeboys, they’re all far away,
Lay my step carefully straight from the wolf’s den and then you’ll surely forget my name,
I’ll tame your will,
this ain’t free be free,
stationary like a tree,
and I feel like this,
let the idea enter your mind don’t be so stiff,
take the leap,
jump off the cliff,

I’ll greet you by your hand and your soul lift like a lift
I got love for you because there ain’t no room for hatred to fit,
killers move quietly and silence I keep,
because i grind like this,
my minds colour feels like a reef,
shits deep and can freeze,
it plots licks to hit so take your stick and pull your wrist for this,

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Paint yourself in bright colours

Gatekeepers not needed for this knights chamber, participants have been dispersed from their unity just as the smoke from a blunt or the verse used to pray for the home front to be burnt

Or like we’ve been told that we were united as a coven, no shit they started chasing us up front, our crime was freedom and we were degassed in a race for a run with the hare and the hunt until we were no more…
And that’s a fact I miss my homeboys it ain’t hard to notice,

Like me dog JC from the CO, he’s been flowing through them rivers,
While carrying that .223 the water’s been making shit Dusty, never forget bout my homie named like the shooter that’s wears number 9 he a killer, worry about my Match man he’ll Spook you leaving shit bloody
And me? Man don’t act like you ain’t seen me you know I’m that pretty mf with the 6 legs, frosty neck and the stinger, and them tweezers for hands that leave you without a finger

Those are the facts so I’ll tell yall what’s what and what was a prophecy buried directly below the ancestors’ bed, and it tells about when the coven is back and over the shed, y’all can be prepared because the surface ain’t gonna see nothing but wreck

young kenny killed you and forgot your name,
young kenny came and changed the rules to the game,
young kenny spray painted the train with the flames,
its been a while since someone came with the balls to claim
mr one to the five things were never the same
forget the track, this bum traps from cali to Maine,
prophet shit call him efraim not young kenny, he caught a body then changed his name
no cameras could ever keep him in frame
“this just the pregame” he proclaimed

I bought salvation with my soul,
ain’t no sin that’s forgiven without blood spill,
freedom is bought with your mind
routines are the price for simpler times,
i’ve seen you trying to escape,
sometimes a tried too,
figured i couldn’t beat the dark night so i became her knight,
it doesn’t get much simpler than that,
right?…