A Poet's language pt 4( Manifestation of the mind)

  I won't front yo, I came from the hood, I was a n*%g@, I turned into a God show, whipped out my God flow, touched some hearts, laid the words on the bed, I made love yo.

 In between the sheets, I went deep, I was about to bust, I skeeted some C's.

  I came and became Mr. can, I'm now walking upright, I abandoned the word can't.

 I am diseased, I got A-I-D-S I'm very sick.

  where in the hell did I catch this !

  A-mazingly I-nspirational D-eliverer S-aviour, no rubbers I'm passing this around, I like to be positive on papers.

 This heart is for making love, trying to get y'all to divorce from Satan.

  And I'm not hating ,turning up every night is overrated, don't get too caught up, our future is at stake,

 all of these politicians are fake, silly puppets, I swear I wish Pinocchio could win this race,

  I bet he could debate and pull off the liar traits and show Ms. Hillary's face, then go and pull up on my homie Ted, blow one with him, watch him shoot off Donald Trump's toupee,

  or his mullet as he say,

  White Supremacy has to be replaced, that is the mindset of the devil, so it has to drown in my poet's lake, loch ness monster flow, every now and then I appear to offer a poet's drink, pour some ounces of my consciousness out, just to get people to think,

 because people ain't who they say,

  I live by the laws of cause and effect, because Karma is the order of the day.

  I rarely rest, I like to throw around my intellect , like I'm God in the flesh,

 I'm not crazy, I submitted my will, now y'all can see God manifest,

  y'all can label me, I just don't wanna be called the best,

 I'm humble, I'll rumble, I'll pitch a tent in the jungle, as long as I still got my mind, I'll show up at your front door, with some kind words and we can eat them like lunch yo. King Qadar Dwon'