Last Words

 
 
 I got no time for fake ones  
to my Reflections I pledge my allegiance against these legion of demons  
 
I can fight this battle by myself  
I'm a free woman  
I knew I was going to have problems as soon as I stepped in this building  
 
the underground is very deep because it's filled with heathens but guess what ?  
This is pressure season  
put up your dukes let's do some bobbin and weaving  
 
The fittest are survivors we overcome obstacles and triumph over rivals respect the importance of survival I am a Prophetess  
of course I quote the Bible  
 
And the Quran peace to the  
7 God of Islam  
As-salamu alaykum  
alaikum Salam  
Glory to righteous ones  
I put on the armor of God  
I don't need any guns  
 
I really live the life of soldier  
In the infantry of the beholder  
Stabilizing my composure  
I connect with the higher  
I connect with the lower  
 
It's all a test just to see how well  
I am disciplined  
Although I am still human I'm kicking domes with my shins  
Intensely  
Head moves making them  
 miss me  
 
Eyes on my opponent gives me  
 a clear path to victory everyday I'm sharpening my skills pushing harder at will  
My flows are stronger than your prescription pills  
Y'all keep coming back just for the thrill  
 
Every script I write I commence to kill  
 I blow crowds like windmills if you stand close to me I will give you chills I am cold as ice on the mic I'm nice  
 I'm just like screw face  
I have two heads and four eyes  
 
This is the Last Supper  
Give thanks to Judas for the black beans and rice I told you before beware of the appetite  
And take a smell of the Pitchfork this battle is not yours it's a Holy War some would shit themselves if they've seen the things I've saw rough and raw  
 
I can't unsee the creepiest parts it's too complicated to explain to people with wickedness in their hearts they bathed in sin they sharpen their horns they are truly children of the corn scorned  
 
Sex ain't the only thing that sells  
just take account for all trafficking jail cells  
 I walked down that portion of hell not a single answer for all the cries for help just a dismiss of indecent damsels in distress they wouldn't even  
put her on a proper pedestal In a dress  
 
Instead them devils all took turns and shook her chopped the body up and put it in a slow cooker  
Fed her to the wolves in sheep's clothing got away clean without anyone knowing  
 
I'm still flowing like the tide bends  
not running not hiding  
the more I speak the more I am rising  
In my own words I'm verbalizing  
Life as a writer prioritizing  
 
Not catching feelings  
I am catching flights  
I'm going to release  
my last words to the sky like  
paper kites…..