I’m tha God on a thin line between love ‘n’ hate relations / positivity stays emaciated / so my poems propose a deep malaise in my down trodden ways / grovelin’ with thoughts dark like stones of onyx ‘n’ obsidian / follow my delineage direct from Solomon ‘n’ King David / I grace eras ‘n’ generations / tryin’ to stay bent from a.m. throughout tha post-meridiem duration / dual millennium, I could out spit any of today’s rap entertainers / sentences stay multi-layered, gully, I’m fully tasteless like communion wafers / euphemisms ‘n’ homonyms is therapeutic, cue tha clips to burn tha paper, I roll with mules ‘n’ 40 acres…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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