I guess I should write like you and type like you
Maybe then I'll be "Aight" like you
You'll never see it!
He is original when his thoughts become physical
It's controversial--might as well call them Biblical
A small giant! You rookies step up and try it
I won't even waste my time, you're small things to a giant
I am: Voice of the hood, the choice of the hood
Got education but I still keep my poise in the hood
The boy's in the hood. I witness it
But it's a problem seems like everytime it hits the script
I can't relate to your pieces...
Your stories of glory and sunny beaches
When what's in my head is serious--
My poems make you see it
I paint the picture in your mind frame of crime, gangs and war
I use my pen to bring it to your front door
Then you ask the boy to give you some more
As you slowly become addict
To the pen you say is problematic
(But I've Had It)
*What's up with these dudes? Everybody wants to test me? Everybody wants a piece of X? Me against the world baby? I'm standing alone and ain't backing down fromm nobody*
Take shots at me, Knock my sheets
I will still keep on dropping that heat
Like it's hot!
Ready or not, I've got a literary glock
When it pops watch the haters mouths drop
Like they're shocked
I can't be something that I'm not;
Poetry is of soul
So my pieces shouldn't read like those
It's Brian exposed--nobody else--
It's just me and my pen
I am my heart so I cannot pretend I'm him
You see I post and you peek
but you never do comment
You don't want me to know that you still read
It's clear in sight, you're too arrogant to like
You can't even fix your hands to type that I can write
You're double minded...neither of your minds can see it
So I'm putting it on paper, you'll be able to read it
The flow is parapledgic...
Yeah it's sick and it can't be cured
Your bait is live but I can't be lured
*So much hate surrounding me...Anger, outrage, disgust. I ain't fucking with nobody so why are they fucking with me? I got people I don't even know challenging me. I guess it's true what they say...To be the best, you've gotta beat the best.*
The last verse brings the worst like a nurse with a needle
Injecting your minds with X's sequel
I'll give you the prequel...Here's a gift, nice to meet you
Then frown on you clowns 'cause your smiles are so see through
My nouns see you...
Nobody named in this piece
But somehow you stillknow to whom I speak
As if my soul has a leak
My poetry is the soles on my feet
Because I've walked into the soul of these streets
End up cold in these streets
You quiver when the line is delivered
Shake! Like Michael Jackson waiting to hear his fate
Case closed! Your dreams died the day that I rose
I've got a list of haters to smash--they on death row
Read the piece...
Then go back and peep the metaphors
My words are sharper than Apostle Peter's sword (Lord)
Repaired your ears after slicing them off
The attention that you pay is the cost
*I'm tired man...I'm tired man...I wish y'all could hear this track! I'm making music on these dudes! Either you love me or leave me alone. That's all I'm asking. I ain't out looknig for no trouble. I ain't picking no fights with nobody because I can't lose. I ain't no bully... I ain't gonna just embarass somebody for the hell of it...Stay out my lane though...Just stay out of my lane...
It's Just Business,
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