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Static


I am Generic poem structure Wrapped in thinly conveyed metaphors to let you know I am black and southern I am black and southern Deep fried b boy Finger licking nigga child Nappy boy with barbecue Carolina barbecue sauce with the slaw I am tarheel Bare foot asphalt babies. The bible belt Ain't fat nigga friendly. I am fat nigga With an ego to match Swiss cheese like It ain't bulletproof I ain't bulletproof I got a low tolerance for pain But this black body got a high tolerance for led I am black And I get reminded by sirens Blue tint make me look less human More monster I am monster But I hide my vulture behind this concrete smile I polish it With blunt ashes and orange soda I am my father's child But I make sure my bars hit harder than punches I got small hands So I make sure I every word packs a punch Every word more purposeful than the next My rap name used to be purpose Like idle reason for breathing Like a skipped song Like highlighted scripture When I was 12 I told Keon Howe I will be the best rapper walking That I would heave hip hop on my shoulders And walk the same road Jesus did On his last day I am also liar I am quoter of Black Dynamite Pootie Tang disciple Virgil Hawkins spawn Too much lightning in these veins to lie on I only wrote this poem Because i forgot everything that makes me Me I am not my past My father's empty bottles I am not gargoyle behind the steering wheel I am god Full fledged deity I am the dreadhead nigga in your lobby Posted up with an orange soda and a bucket hat I am buckshot Buckteath Teeth grafitit stained like I got project buildings in my mouth. I am project baby Wood grain Two toned Candy paint Butterfly doors Skittles grill Nelly blasted I am battle rap slogan A Showoff nigga The difference between being Goodz and being God A sike I told the truth Showtime with no cable like Shameless "Like don't ask why they call me Showoff nigga It's 3 reasons One being" When I was little I was told to stuff my holy into mason jars I only did it because it was easier than catching fireflies And way more beautiful to stare at
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