won’t catch me
throwing shit at
the wall until it
decides to stick
because i don’t
write any shit.
even my worst
ends up a hit,
go picture this,
year later, it’s lit,
i fell in the pits,
but the poetry
king never quits
the life he lives.
the concepts
and the words,
they just work,
watch the boy
go berserk, he
has his quirks,
but believe it,
he keeps this
extreme with
the speed, he
can’t be beat,
the poetry elite,
he’s never weak,
all the blessings
land upon his feet.
don’t for a minute
believe he’s not
in this to win it,
livid on his keys,
aiming to please,
always exceeds,
he even succeeds
without the cheese.
crown fits snugly
upon my head, it’s
never coming off,
put rumors to bed.
i’m the man.
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