4. he is not your savior

the poetry king’s

taken you to places

you’ve never thought

you’d be,

seven years of writing

and he’s been

all around the world

in his bedroom alone,

over 30 albums

with no sign of stopping,

he’s created a resume

that’d make the greats

put respect on his name,

he’s talked a big game

but backed it up

in spades,

he’s created works

that’ll live

long beyond his days,

etched himself in

and earned his place

in the hall of fame.

but he is not your savior.

the poetry king’s

taken names

without ever saying them,

he’s fired shots

without ever even

holding a gun,

he’s taken the family

to task

and made sure

they didn’t forget

the past,

he’s stood up

for himself

when the world

wanted him seated,

a modern-day poe,

“nemo me impune lacessit,”

he’s got some bars

for anyone

who wants ‘em,

and he’s dropped quotables

like it’s his day-to-day.

but he is not your savior.

the poetry king’s

let his flaws

fall on the page,

he’s grown

but also taken

some steps back,

he’s shared words

he shouldn’t have

and should’ve kept

in his pad,

he’s got trauma

he’s still tryna

heal from

in healthy ways,

still trying

not to hold on

so hard

to his mistakes,

surely a king,

but much as the past

might have you

thinking otherwise,

he’s also a mortal man,

nowhere above

your local joe,

he can leave you

inspired,

but he can’t

turn you

into a god.

‘cause he is not your savior.