I really hope yall feel me on this one....
We really just say fuck it like we about to masturbate
But let us break to contemplate
on what we really can achieve as a people
Shit by now was all should know the world is far from equal
We got a black president like its never no more drama
& not to take anything from obama
But last time I checked he had a white momma
& yall should know by now I'm no hata
just an ill lyrical saya
That can multiply simile's & metaphors into multiple layers
Subtract your creativity & add it to my lair
While I divide the naysayer's
I just reside amongst to ill slayers
You know the cats that's all self proclaimed mayors??
Now let me paint this picture for you & terrify your brain
But every1 you ever loved will die, see this thing of life is a game
Now we realize the essence of time
so of course everybody wants to grind
Well until we get comfortable one more time
Now let's re wind my lyrical thesis I just dropped
See what this poem focuses on is what to do when the clock stops
Anything else is simply & un regrettably uncivilised
We just constantly play with our lives
Like that one circus cat who juggles knives
On the tightrope of doom
Yea a wedding without a groom
I'm just trying to assume
That we all can be perfect & we have dreams in some shape or way
let's just try our best to do our best each & every day
-Darrin Elliot
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