everybody knows
my motherfucking
words hit hard,
i bring you into
my mind in a way
few can really do
quite as well.
haven’t even been
in the poetry game
for a year and yet,
my fire won’t dim.
i don’t need no
big views or clicks
to make me wanna
say what i say,
that’s why i’m on
the roll that i’m on.
fourth full album
this summer alone,
who’s putting in
more work that me?
who’s dropping poems
with better concepts
than this guy, huh?
the best damn poet
money can buy but
my poems are free,
i don’t need cash
to influence my love
for doing what i do.
this is all passion,
straight from the brain
doing one of the things
that i do best here.
do my words hit?
yeah, they do.
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