Time to grow forth the flowering plant from my soul.
An underground bulb, I am the orchids of the garden.
I am the balls, pardon my Greek reference.
I forgot to speak American jargon.
Here I go blabbing like jagged garb on lines barbed,
Building empires of the Word.
Take them to church and ignite a fire in their heart,
Like a pastor in a parsonage,
Guilty of spiritual arson, I’m carcinogenic.
This flame has the opposite effect of formaldehyde,
But is still like cancer from popcorn and French fries.
Big Pharma cutting deals with fast food. Can you ask them why?
They won’t answer so I will slash their safety net,
And write with my pen like it is a sword.
And when I stab I pray, the meaning of my words pour,
From your pores and into the masses’ thoughts, until again ignored.
Before a plumber comes through and corks the whole story.
And lips become sealed by force.
These are the things I dream,
If and when I can change the world with metaphor.
You’re sad just teeming to get more of that ore kid,
More of that fool’s gold, that cold ice.
You’re lame with your chain, I spit rhymes nice.
I write so many sick lines, I should get paid per verse.
Claim my own King’s crown, lyric attack like an Irish usurp.
I am prime, like Optimus.
Numero Uno, and Time combined.
Rewind, I am the best in my own right,
And I don’t care about anyone’s bite.
I’ll just eat your brain and leave you zombified,
Ostracized like the Jews did with the blood of Christ.
I let that blood cover me, save me from my sinful flesh.
We only get one life, I’ve seen family, friends, and enemies die,
And I’ve felt my heart chill.
I think about George MacArthur killed, my friend shot in the head.
24 years old, and because bullets tore through an innocent, he met his end.
I am praying to be a good daddy.
I’ll be there when he is born,
He’ll be there when I’m buried.
It’s scary to think about be or dead.
The laws of physics become lost.
Pause at wisdom to keep integrity at every cost.
Don’t hesitate to say I heard it from my poet Nas.
This is why I keep it written on my heart in blood-lettered clause.