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i am no poet
i am not a poet
i more like this dude you screw
flaccid and unexcited
looking for my next muse to do
i am not that guy that derives these sexual drives from an experience
and place them on your experience's appearance all cloaked with no dagger
rather my swagger is beneficial and laid back
im taken aback often appalled by the audacity of one who even says he spits
that honey juice spewed past the 3rd row
into the ear of the honeydip with the handsome she will NOT marry
rather have him tarry long for a self righteous burden he can NOT carry
he is NO man
NO...
I am no poet
i am not these streets this amateur is talkin
the cracks and crevises and what nots and what have yous
have you thinking, "he that too"
more like had a couple curfews past 2
saw a couple of accidents and he had to vent
so he wrote to a beat and decided it was a feat
like the stuff gwendolyn brooks thought up in her sleep
im just tellin you from pure on honesty dude
im not a poet ....like you or him
do i seem to ya to be wikipedia or immersed in the falsehoods of the media
NO
I am no poet...
got your hands and mouth running a mile a minute
but your message is non existent
you waiting for finger snaps
about as quick as your point
no substance
you the soljaboy of storytelling
ramblin fake facts that somehow lead back to your words so whack...
do i come off even remotely interested in your constant repetition of i am black like?
i am black like
i am black like this
i am black like that
you are black.... like imps?
you are black.... like bats?
i am black like......naw....i am that tired of that fight
like black on black with bats and pipes
OR
im black like crack.....
wait...like the crack pipe?
or half past the calves.... right?
NO
like crack like the hallucinogen
found my couple lost screws and now
im lucent within
thats an edison light bulbs reference
but you wouldn't of caught that guessin
on how your next line might go
how you think the crowd would respond if your write might flow
i am no poet rather a keynote speaker
and my degrees and credentials
come from my mental thesis
i appease to a piece of paper
once screaming for a maker
sick crumbs spill from dough cookies
i am no rookie
NO....
i am no poet like you
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