If I died would my poetry be taken in vain?
would my words welter away ?
would the bounds of my poetic lines go undefined
protested and the rhymes detested?
If I stopped writing would my metaphors
continue on like
this internal struggle
or would they fight their way to their rightful place
like a nigga who hustles
would they be on the grind
and stay blowing ya mind?
Would they???
Unappreciated...
Uninspired...
Worthless rubbish bursting from a pen
Unidentified....
Im not sure who Ive become
But I refuse to write bullshit
I wanna write some deep
Yall gotta FEEL this
type shit....
I wanna blow minds
having them standing in long lines
leading millions of people to
a mental healing....
take em back to that feeling
that poetry gave you....
when it was REAL... (to you that is)
I wanna save souls with the tip of my pen
ending drouts with fresh rain...
Lyrics...
filling bellies that have massive hunger pains
IM HUNGRY!!!
Nigga feed me...
if need be
rip out my soul
and place poetry deeply....
Because...
Ive become...
Lifeless...
Without these words
Lines become silent
almost unheard
by those who listen through
an ear thats rhythmical
Someone Call 911!
this shit is gettin critical...
I dont want to be known as just
TYPICAL....
So will I simply fade to black?
Out casted
and words never known??
Washed up before they even had
their true time to shine???
Will I go undiscovered???
words Never Uncovered??
Will I get the chance to inspire
my uninspired brothers???
If I were to die...
Would My Poetry Be taken In vain....
If All was lost.. never to be found...
would the voice of my pen..
Whisper My Name????