10. the throne is mine

i heard they said

the poetry king

was dead,

shit got me wondering

when i ever left,

i’ve just been

biding my time,

turns out they’re the ones

i need to remind,

carefully consider

every word and rhyme

because i’m tryna be

the greatest alive,

working the night shift

while they’re sleeping on me,

take the odds,

i’ll keep dreaming,

i already know

they don’t believe in me,

but i got stories

for every season

whenever you need ‘em.

and i pay

my respects

to maya, edgar and plath,

but i’m honestly

tryna be better than that,

i don’t call myself

the “king” for nothing,

i wanna be the best

to ever do it,

i want my words

to live on

when i’m long gone,

i wanna see myself

in the history books

in my next life,

i even found out

i might’ve been

emily dickinson

in a past life,

so maybe i got

a thing or two in common

with hailee

that she might like,

because i got

all my words

pitch perfect

on every poem

i write.

i don’t flex much

but i had to do it

one time

to remind you

that the throne is mine,

realest writer

that you’ll ever find,

yeah, i know i’m a mess

with a complex mind

but my words

are magic

and no one

can tell me otherwise,

i’ve written enough

for a whole lifetime

but i’m still on my grind,

i’m gonna be like nas

when i hit the 5-0,

31 albums down

and i’m still here

with the hits, boy.

this is my story...

i’m doing my own thing.