Anthem…

I feel…
That everyone,
Expects;
Me to be strong.
I feel…
Like maybe,
I’ve been,
Living my life,
Completely wrong.
I feel…
That I’m just,
Another;
Same old song,
Sad sing-along.
I feel…
Like the individual,
Who never,
Found the place,
That he belongs.
But;
No matter what,
I’mma keep moving on.

Love,
Or;
Hate me.
Under
Or;
Over-rate me.
Disrespect,
Or;
Appreciate me.
Agree,
Or;
Debate me.
Ignore,
Or;
Conversate me.
Feel,
Or;
Sedate me.
Destroy
Or;
Create me.
Inflate,
Or;
Detonate me.
Reject,
Or;
Relate me.
Suggest,
Or;
State me.
Comply,
Or;
Complicate me.
But;
No matter what you do,
You will never fate me.
I can; I plan; & I will,
In fact be the great me.
Support me or not,
I’m the only one who,
Can make or break me.

I’mma keep it real,
I’mma make the deal.
I’mma give you,
All the tools to heal,
And;
Touch the nerves that feel.
Teach you to bleed,
The pain you conceal.
Prep the meal,
Your food for thought,
And;
Pour up the truth,
Whether or not,
If it hits the spot,
Ayye;
It’s worth a shot?
Drop a coin,
Within the slot,
Invest;
Every damn thing,
That you got.
Who cares if you,
Piss off the world?
Don’t be afraid to,
Stir the pot.



Yeah;
Like XXX I slipknot.
Every single night,
On my door,
The demons knock.
Head hard as a rock,
But;
All this energy I channel,
It’s quite a shock.
Street cred like 2pac,
Best believe,
I’ll never choke like,
Papa Doc.
I infiltrate your minds,
Like Black Ops.
I go;
Up in smoke like,
Amsterdam coffee shops.
Nahh;
I don’t give a fuck,
Like crooked cops.
I speak what’s real,
Cause’;
Honestly I’m one,
Of a select few,
Who have the chops.
To the ones,
Who “claim” they were,
There to watch me grow,
But were nowhere to show,
Get your hands off my crops.
If you weren’t there with me,
At the very bottom,
Then you damn sure won’t be,
There with me when,
I finally reach the very top.
It may not be soon,
But one day;
My music will finally drop.
To my dearest fans,
Keep watch;
Cause’ poetry is just,
Another notch,
In my ever expanding belt.
I promise;
You will eventually hear,
Musically;
Every damn emotion,
That I’ve ever felt.
……
And;
This is my anthem,
This is my truce.
This is my promise,
This is my noose.
I’ll hang around just to,
Show you the proof,
After all;
I’ve got nothing,
And;
I mean nothing,
Left to lose.
So take these words,
They’re yours to use.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s