Poems from Justin Brathwaite
Different dialects,
All making one treck,
To not bow a knee,
Genuflect,
To an enemy that was a speck,
But is now more of a bushel,
Than...
I am the mastermind of creation. The envy of others. The end all be all. The source of their jealousy and indignation. If you are on the...
My lyrics are numbing,I’ll put them to sleep.It's like I'm utilizing wordswith a little girl’s charm.Little Bo PeepLeading people like a...
I’m on my lyrical hustle,caught up in the bustle,of the show,combatant with my flow,that sends shivers down your spine,I shoot my haters...