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Great Mind
The way some mates
Most times use their brain
Helps to ease my pain
Whenever I feel deranged
Their poetical way
Could be describe as sane
People like BiG ViRGE
Who keeps me inspired
Every time I feel mentally tired
Or great minds like Muhsin
And the quote-master HMC
And my StreetPoetry cliques
Who doesn't seem
To need a war machine
To rescue or kill
No protective barbed-wire
Or an heavy gunfire
To fight an empire
Cos' their style of war;
Is lyrically pure
Their battling style;
Is well designed;
In poetic lines
Their artistic rhyme;
Could help invert;
The hate-filled mind;
To the rightful path;
Of love and light
And touch the lives
Of those whose life
Are filled with strife
To help ordain
The lost and strayed;
To find their way;
To the rightful place;
they're destined to reign
Their thoughts are gold
The type not-sold
Their words could bring joy
And sometimes a sword
To conquer war
Or break the jaw
Of those whose talk
Are filled with bluff
They're masters of words
Whose art will ever soar
Till forever exhaust
Most times use their brain
Helps to ease my pain
Whenever I feel deranged
Their poetical way
Could be describe as sane
People like BiG ViRGE
Who keeps me inspired
Every time I feel mentally tired
Or great minds like Muhsin
And the quote-master HMC
And my StreetPoetry cliques
Who doesn't seem
To need a war machine
To rescue or kill
No protective barbed-wire
Or an heavy gunfire
To fight an empire
Cos' their style of war;
Is lyrically pure
Their battling style;
Is well designed;
In poetic lines
Their artistic rhyme;
Could help invert;
The hate-filled mind;
To the rightful path;
Of love and light
And touch the lives
Of those whose life
Are filled with strife
To help ordain
The lost and strayed;
To find their way;
To the rightful place;
they're destined to reign
Their thoughts are gold
The type not-sold
Their words could bring joy
And sometimes a sword
To conquer war
Or break the jaw
Of those whose talk
Are filled with bluff
They're masters of words
Whose art will ever soar
Till forever exhaust
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