I'm a poet from birmingham trapped in the linear world of society waiting to be heard FOLLOW ME IM LOST TOO
Theirs no such thing as real it’s just evolution. Underneath your toupee your still deluded from the real pollution. Genocide to the real race in gas chambers, that’s a Hitler solution.
Success is what you make. Take it how it comes, my grades says I've fuck up my mind says I've won. Scientist said I can walk watch when I run.
Could you take a look a some of my poetry, I'm a young poet from Birmingham that doesn't know what too do with this.
Why did it have to go this far, before I knew better. Momma thought I was underneath the sunshine. When I’m really underneath the umbrella. Locked up in a cage hiding from this harsh weather.
It’s a Sunday Aunty Marcia’s in the kitchen portions out the food to share Uncle Lesley passes out the supermalts While Dante and Cory running left right and centre And granddads in the corner...
This bitter earth. What fruit it bears. What good is love. That no one shares. And if my life is like the dust. That hides the glow of a rose. What good am I. Heaven only knows. This bitter Earth.
B - basic I - instructions B - before L - leaving E - earth Live by it, die by it.
C - cash R - rules E - everything A - around M - me Get the money dollar, dollar bill ya'lll.
All I have in this world is my balls and my word and I don't break'em for no one - Tony Montana.
A man who doesn't stand for anything will fall for the next best thing - Malcolm X.