Born Torn, Burning Got Me Concerned

If you thought you knew me back when
And duly fought the blues as an untrue friend?
Unruly bliss missed you, fooling with your issues,
I dismissed those news, I only wished through and through

That you were through with emulating me,
And figured out how to relate to being you.
I rigged my fate to bleeding my dues.
Max-stacked my grace as a habit to replace

The tactical disgrace of the status race!
Practiced matching my inner face,
Hatched every shimmer from the rackets.
As I was needing to; guess that was feeding your rue!

Chit chatter, shit splatters
For wit and patter? You can sit in the batter
Of Jeffrey Dahmer’s Bisquick!
Let me on for slippery risk.

I’m fierce coping, piercing with my scoping!
Back off of me, if you’re wired and bitter
As black coffee. I never tire to jigger
I’m a flack-ologist firespitter!

The right track my ability
Is to slice stacks from predictability!
So full of light I don’t need to fight!
To feed my night, bite and attack.

I might just sit tight and not react.
Like argon in a fluorescent tube
My tumescence proves
I’m in essence, SLEEPING HARD!

Forgive me for the pun-ishing presence
In that sentence if you peeped that shard
It’s a bust of luck for a succubus to lock on,
Her delight while I’m growing bigger!

Taking control, breaking the mold, staking my hold.
Because life is a motion picture.
And my role is more than a walk-on.
I stroll eternal even when I burn whole!

My soul builds and remains strong.
The whole of my Will explains the phenomenon.
I want to really change the lexicon.
With blunt and silly stains set to bomb!

That blow walls like the missile that hit the Pentagon!
I’ma show how to evolve past thistles and the shit they let on!
Flowing the Tao to solve when I bristle every set, every song.
My own call to kiss the tip of the paragon!

How many bars was that? I can’t remember.
I’ll go twenty times harder before I fall flat.
Handling embers and throwing fire
January to December and only growing higher!

This isn’t a battle!
If it was I would open with your public humiliation!
No cessation like you crossed the baddest Bokor of the Haitians!
Retaliation riles me good and plagues my form

Like defoliating the jungle of my childhood
With Agent Orange!
Reconciliation with an abomination?
My statements can never be unborn.

My japes are a red to blue spray!
So your only escape is to go two ways.
Redefine your affiliations, you’ve blurred that shit,
Read your own mind and re-make it without lazy heuristics!

You may not favor the organization of my information,
But every play I’ve placed in awakens and fits.
The application of thrilling the spherical score,
Practicing animation for spiritual guerilla war!

I blossom when I blitz. Popping a rotten clip
When I drop my shit the Earth quakens!
Like Slobodan Milosevic and the Serbian cause he’d taken-
With a hole to fill with Croatians!

Age 13 I had a friend named Yohan.
Yohan, I choose to flow raw for ya!
I’ve had to go on. Since your return to Yugoslavia
I never learned what got to ya.

But I never forgot you either, Da.
Ill spilling doesn’t get me ahead on cheddar
Regal sprays haven’t yielded equal pay
Just feed my play like Lilly Ledbetter.

So instead my head runs untethered,
I bust riddles to awe, like the Wizard of Oz!
Just ‘cuz or for just cause I must scoff.
Trust when I pause, there’ll be more to invoke-

Never cough when I toke.
Yoga matches for lung capacity,
And flow practice adds to capillary
Density so the sense in what I spoke?

Is strengthened with intensity
Like visions departed and provoked
In the religious art of BAROQUE!
My riddles are wisdom whittled, not little jokes!