Waiting for another shadow to
Follow, too dark here, no enough
Light shining like X, King, Garvey,
Douglass, Tubmann to lead us
Only tomb men with troubled
Thoughts that lead us to doom
Jesus died age three-three, now
We're busting four-four, erasing
Brothers with hopeless dreams
Thirty dead thoughts in three
crossroads cought in crossfire
I am a verse, sent by poetry to
be the line of nightmarish dream
For illiterate and dumb kids
Deluded by the education system
Be your own paradise that others
Can fit in, be your own aristocrat
Let living be your daily resolution
Like Joseph Beyrle escaping Nazi
Bullets, bombs and hellish camps
Now let's share one loud lip of an
anthem that sings to the senses
Life is a near death experience
with capitalism as the death trap
And meritocracy as the fuel to
Our individual cycles of suffering
But am a punchliner, building bars
Yet I remain punched by liners in
Skyscrapers down into my ghetto
Of crackheads, of HIV Aids, of cool-aid,
Of young corpses litter the projects
You're still a stranger to these
Poetry of metaphorical carnage?
Watch me bleed, taking rituals from
Dorothy the reincarnated Egyptian
Whom the pyramids called 'Omm Saty'
Now witness my adversaries been
reduced to tears when I write quotes
From wild scripts of the great Eady
February 14th resolution: long hair
and fat ass, licking through the
Ligaments, biting off the bitterness
Drilling down the bottomless
Sweating, pounding and spanking
Moaning wild with press-to-beders
Be brave like Aleksandra Samusenko
Forget about the far away dark
Arthur Mayhew walked his last
mile in Sing Sing, death is hard to
Look in the eyes, 'Have mercy on me.'
Jesus Christ, take me to room 348
Where Greg Fleniken smoked off
A hidden bullet, this is foul play
Never lyrically attack he who reads
more than you do, never physically
attack he who is more suicidal than
you are, never emotionally attack
he who is more confident than you are
Am a mixture of Daniel Dukes and
Daniel Dick, vow of silence in Krishna
and the death trap blowhole in Hawaii
I am as mysterious as a dybbuk box
Embracing John Rawls, knowing I
was born with a 'veil of ignorance'
But I terribly want to live my
life trouble free, like 'The north
pond Hermit', Christopher T. Knight
'Make sure you get enough sleep.'
Tell haters am busy analysing the
Faults in J.J. Rousseau's theory of
social contract, they can carry on
Blindly glorifying the emptiness
In Cardi B and Minaj's ass twisting
It only menaces me in a twisted
mindset, how do I war with a blind
solder who lacks light within hearts?
By Lamin Drammeh
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