Shoot the Messenger N Send a Clear Message

Hip hop poet

Provocative verbalism

Is my religion.

Anyway life dish it out 

I'm giving it

My words cut so deep

I can let my soul seep 

Literary activists

Have stories to tell

Most of us grew up bastards

Recognize struggle

From within the rumble

we still grew up well

Is the government creating the public hells?

or is it us relying on them to make us well?

The deeper my thoughts sink

The more you'll want me

To explain my frame of mind

The pictures are all sublime 

Your spine tingle with each rhyme

I guarantee after this you'll be mines

The head bang is insane when the flow keep flowing

The cypher of the poets stem from several empty bottles of Moet

The development of this eloquent conversation and the direction it's going

Subjected to cover mutilated morals then...

expand to the multicolor of defense, a nation goes from white to red in a matter of seconds 

when lyrical bombs become present from an influential presence

It's a fiasco when one say Barack is a terrorist

or when it became common to invite criminal advocacy in the home of the president

So I say Lupe for king 

Push Common for residence

Because its obvious some things are amidst when we free child killers 

Or what about lawlessness of the legal system commends

the execution of Afro-decent victims

I believe Michael Jackson doctor should of used Kasey Anthony jurors 

He would a gotten off and kept is business in order.

In order to beat me you have to be willing to die yourself

My thoughts are sick I'm in great health

Trying for sympathy in the streets,

is like reaching in the stomach of the belly of a beast

I can tell you a few stories being raised by the east

I've witnessed some things that'd make Fat Albert not want to eat

Bastards raised by the streets 

The coldest winters they carried the only source of heat

Cause the projects were a project by the Roth-childs that loved feasting on the weak

You can either live your life or live a lie

You can either challenge each question 

Contest every request or enjoy the ride

You can't do both and don't think twice 

cause either way there's dark and light

I can't even stop writing

Its like I found a new vice

My words crawl around my head as if it were lice 

I stay hungry for success like I only consume rice

I can't quit now matter how many times I fail,

I never fail to try.