Legasus

Wed, 10/28/2015 - 12:43 -- Cal_

I'm not a rapper I'm a poet

if you read the collection you should know it

I put my life story in these poems

even when i'm dead and gone

my tale will live on in this form

now I apologize to the sophisticated saps

that can't read my slang adjusted way of speaking

but from the beginning

these ebonics were never meant for eloquent reading

but anyway

moving on

to the chapter I got goin on

 

this is the logic I have constantly spouted

something with constant dispute about it

but  I don't care if anyone doubts it

I'll always shout it loudly

smiling proudly

 

and it start the day everybody rues

kid payne's birthday

 

After my daddy contributed

my momma distributed

she divided

now I'm alive

a new child

gods odd equation

and im product of it

 

I put my seed in the dirt

but I call that making sweet love to mother earth

best relationship I ever had

before I was put to work

other girls

many times

beautiful butterflies telling me lies

as they kicked me to the curb

that's ok

everytime

I just say

“when you finish being a pest

I'm finna do my best

yes

let me know when it's my turn

cuz this is gonna burn

but I don't care if it hurts

for what its worth

its time for you to learn

life is a race

and I will always finish first

 

I'm burning the candles from both ends

till im dead

just cuz I can that's a bet

I made my bed

and imma lie in it"

that's why I said it was an odd equation

cuz I'm a product of it

even after I've left you'll remember me

cuz imma leave a legacy

I'll be a legend

you'll see

you'll all see.

 

[ten years later]

 

the paparazzis bold

they call me

be blowing up my phone

they won't leave me alone

they actions I don't condone

they so close I can smell the cheap cologne

and desperation loan after loan

Boys Trying to make it on they own

these men are full grown

wondering about their lives

and what went wrong

see I figure they might as well get me while they can

cuz in a minute imma be gone

yea imma be on the move

and my speed game strong

police show me love like they know me

I mean what the fuuu(wtf)…

but I guess shouldn't complain

they only do it because they know they have nothing to gain

if they did i'd be hanged

it's just that plain

they stay in they lane

where they got full range

to put everyone they see beneath them to shame

but to chase after me

is completely and utterly insane

They end up in the dust

super out of breath

wheezing

(g-g-g-)gah dang

 

this ain't they street

this is the main

so imma let my awesomeness bang

like its the new thang

and when I say bang

I don't mean like in a gang

all that 90’s trapping

And playin games

men did

banding together

tryin they hardest to get each other laid

emptily passing the days

that wastrel mindset is lame

they get little money and claim they getting paid

I was honestly half hoping it was all a phase

but trying to apply logic to their hopeless wandering

is a waste of my time here

this nation has problems and my presence is not gonna solve them

so imma just stick to my knowledge

I just gotta take that pill and swallow it

not matter how low the viscosity

 

this age has been wrecked after stepping out they lane

and I would say its  the society that's to blame

cuz I can see it through every window pane

yea makes my blood curdle like hunger pangs

but one day it hit me like a train

the mental of every person on earth would have to change

in order for peace to last even a day

and everyone's waiting on that special occasion

to finally be able to say let freedom reign

but this nation has trapped

each individual in his and her own intellects

corrupted hippocampuses trashed

and painted over like canvases

guess what

they call that art

forget the ark of the covenant

they listen to their peers

like they love eachother or something

But in that love there is nothing

but the one love that matters is drowned out by shouts of others

telling them to try and climb the theoretical ladder of success

only to find the top is just them doing their best

but how busy do you have to be to figure out

that there’s no way in hell you can call yourself blessed

When you never got the message

 

excuse me if I trespassed

I grew up a lil different

they call me ill

not knowing the lines and barriers I shouldn't tread past

but when comes to the test of life

know I passed

and I did it with class

flying colors

i'm a grad with tassels hanging on my neck

like the rainbow made my plans

and I only deem it that way

cuz everyday

I say

yes I can

that's why people look at me and say that's a man

thanks DAD

anything y'all don't like

oops my bad

but i'm not sorry and i'm not sad

so put your negative commentary in the trash

and get glad

“Can he even say that?”

y'all asked

Free country

So I said

Yes I can!!!

 
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