The Truth does Unfold

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life

For those of you who need “street fame” to feel like a person
Then you’re the person to whom I have written and am now currently conversing
Showing & telling that your circumstance is just worsening

To depend on others and how they perceive who you be
Is representative of a person who’s locked up in psychological slavery
You’re full of internal havoc and misery
Trying to speak prophetically and full of wanna be word like mysteries
Before you step up to the plate
You best study your history

Street fame is the worse you can get unless you feel that is your best
Never the less in the real world
Street fame is a shame to your name
It prevents the truth from elevating your shame
Because it only defames
Puts your name into flames

The real world not street cred
Either street grown or home bred

The fact of the matter
Is that I myself am the latter
Bred in a home of loneliness
Not of street fame phoniness
No need to spit bullets to kill
When I’d rather pull out the dagger to have your blood spill
Using grammatical skill
Forcing your battle from this point forward
To be nothing but uphill
You gotta first build your skill

If there’s a skill you truly think you currently hold
So do yourself the favor
And just do what you’re told!
Before the cards you are holding
Force you to fold
It’s obvious to me
That you’re soul has already been sold

Trash talking in a game that is realistic
Is like taking a machete
To fight an army whose weapons are ballistic!
Whose thoughts are purely sadistic!
Anarchistic and animalistic
Animal instinct smells the lies of your words
Because real knows real
So stop trying to speak street incongruous words
Using poorly misguided adjectives & verbs
The pronouns and nouns of my immaculate speech
Could bring you to the pit of hell
Or eagerly teach
So stop sucking like a leech
In your non lyrical ways
Cause I ended your reign
Even before the birth of your days

Now of course this is just a lyrical smile to those newbies
So feel free to set your lyrics free
Bomb me or try to disarm me
But you could never truly harm me
But I’d like, if you would try to charm me

Poetry is powerfully prolific
When patterns of power are put together
To prostrate those, whose flows withers and dies
And never does grow

This is poetryvibe
It’s just another well formatted digital show.

Peace

SkTzO