Poem 128

I can be as calm as I wana be  
And spit the wickest flow since an angel fallen out of heaven  
Born on 11/7  
I raise hell  
as my brain is a mechanism that rotates its chambers
Through the barrel of my mental sending signals to my tongue to shoot when I'm angered
 
A heartbroken Bitch is the worst one  
The ending is tragic  
Once a child prodigy I caused havoc
It was never a Quiet Storm on my block  
Shit was Deep my bitches was Mobbin on the streets
Gats Black like Rob watching bitches busts head like Whoa
 
It was daily news in the Daily News someone got shot  
And I barely new the blues ,rocking Carolina blue jordans
Sneakers boxes I stored them at three different houses because
I ran out of storage  
The hate I absorbed it  
All the negativity I ignored it.
 
The enemy was a nasty tongue  
so I slaughtered it  
Orphaned it  
Left it no shelter like a nasty bum  
Shit is stink like horses dung
Deaf ears pop  
cuz my flow is like a hum  
And it won't stop  
Hear it bang a rhymn like an African drum
Once was a quiet one  
Silence of the lambs  
I murdered  
some  
devils  
Went HAM on a nigga  
Mothers are burdened  
     some
grieving  
Non believing  
That I am the source of One  
Divorced my flesh  
its walking dumb  
I'm in the spirit  
Don't offer me none  
Pussy
Dick  
I'm sick to my stomach  
Throw me some tums
My mind tryna
Run  
and jump in some  
Past shit that I'm passed with  
Sex -fuck, cum and be done
Dirty money- spend, splurge,broke  
Bum
Weed-smoke, cough,pass some
Hennessey- get liquored up, clothes torn off fucked till I'm numb
Life  
Throw me a rope  
Cuz  
I'm Hung
 
Now Resurrected
A lot of errors I corrected  
The flesh I rejected  
I peel my skin off  
Hail mary
I bled, tears shed, sweat dripped, hands gripped
A praise let off my lips  
 
But I'm cleaned up  
Because of his son  
I just lost one  
And gained tons
Billions of blessings
I'm in the faith  
My plate full  
And
sin  
I ate none  
 
Fuck with me  
 
 
Copyright if Red Curtain$ 8/21/2011