Tongue Elixir
A little keystyle poem i did cause im feelin emotions, feedback please...
the block tale begins with burnt store owners leaking from niggas claimin they men~
pourin forties in cups i begin slayin a ten searchin for fame through my pen~
sprayin through dented friends turned crooked by the pussy prize ink emits from the g-lock~
real and dealin in the gift called present i extend rap heaven wit eternal street hop~
my 2nd home stays raided often prayin i soften watchin my phony homie laid in coffin~
a black man caught by klansmen couldnt hang wit me between the paper's margins~
i..utter my ill awful words fly by gutters with chilling thoughtful verbs~
exit the enigma of life by an annoying slug and now my life and deaths perturbed~
dirty ink floods reality my heart filled with malice, g's~
as they explore this existence i feel the need to deny truth emphatically~
no need to ride wit a rebel with lost causes seepin his dome~
my words over weeded this poem releases my peace like a chrome~
the streets is my home but six deep awaits me as my dreams hit~
i dont mean shit i spit blind and rap about death cause with a pen i seen it~
1luv.
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