I ain't the one
I ain't the one, I came from slums,
like jadakiss I'm about to spray the gun,
I'll be as great as pun but that's just fate to come,
God made a kid and this kid weighed a ton,
he plays for fun to replace his funds,
the people praise to raise him up cause this maze is tough,
they suggest to follow Father cause knowledge of Father 360 degrees,
it'll take you out the most wicked of streets,
this is the fiction of dreams,
come and kick it with me,
all the birds in the sky and the fish of the sea,
know that this is a glimpse of a prints as he lives his depiction of kings,
he's pickin' a beat just to spit what he thinks,
he thinks the sun in the sky is enough and divine is his love,
he was contraceptive with flaunted methods,
but after convalescence he tried to launch a record beyond perfection in God's perspective,
the don is present, he's omnipresent,
we saw progression from honest efforts,
then he went the wrong direction cause it was cost effective,
no longer boss connected, he lost his treasure, he's gone diffective,
he fell from Heaven, I ,aeromail the message, its delitescent,
he thought he was hella precious go tell the peasants,
that he's in, the cells of depression,
with Jesus, our wellness is destined,
cause he gives, an angel that's kept in cathedral, who's seperate from people,
and never does evil,
girl, you're one of amazement, we'll spend the summer in Vegas for the fun of vacation,
somehow you keep me very calm, I feel like Barry Bonds that hit a home-run but don't run,
then I start runnin' bases and see a lot of stunnin' faces on my way home,
now I'm a day old, they find a halo,
and claim that, I'm a son of David on this one occasion,
I get better when I cut the basics so lets cut the umbilical chord,
this path I have I'll fulfill of the Lord,
I'll remove the blood of satan, cause its wasted in all of these flooded places,
plus I'll leave a bunch of colored roses that are stuffed in vases.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (1)
Log in to leave a comment.