Hip Hop

A black flower,
rhyme scheme romancer
breathing with each tantra
five languages


and no one could understand why her flow was so fast
asked her to slow down

later they were like

Hesitating like that she’ll never last

I was
hiding my soul behind
slanted eyes of amber

If hip hop is consciences
then he has to change his standard

My dreams were slandered
the standard
of my life was
letters never sent to those lovers that
claim they know me
yet still they dismiss
me as a flunkie
instead of a microphone junkie

I'm no inteluder
Cute break between the music

I'm an perpetrator
who perpetuates lyrical grace

I'll etch -a -sketch
and stretch the context
just for the response I get

The consequence
of an action
of consciousness
elitist nonsense

Check the content
of my lyrical
lasik


I cleared your third eye
so now can you see the god in me?


Oh wait you're just looking
for the "blonde" in me

respond to me

Damn I feel molested
cuz hip hop fondled me