Yep...since it seems we're at crossroads again....some write to inspire ourselves and others...some write for the desire of the pen and how it makes them feel...then you have the ones who envy the fact we inspire or desire ya dig.....here I go...

Envious desires are programmed in ones who envy
They done a good job, maybe they should get a Emmy
Whether if it's a foe who hate the fact we're sick with our flows
But would never come toe to toe because they already know
My body bleeds Hip-Hop Poetry for the ones who don't know
Incorporated a hybrid style that showers inspiration
With a little precipitation of raw and emotion with alot of swag
CEO of KINGPIN WRITERS and member of PWAG
KD blessed me as one of the ILLEST SPITTAZ who surfaced GS
Because of my desire to keep it 100
And no this ain't Mr. Byrd talking hard
But it seems you envious bastards can't master the craft
Of the TRUTH
Only to inspire who believes in originality
People offen confuse this as the makeup a dead art
That's when the commotion starts
How real is being real?
Is it the emotions of expressions on how we feel
Or commercially to get people to read our poems
So that they can feel good that someone took the time
To get inspired or show envy to everything you write
This is not a competition on who can write the best
Whether if you're proflic or versatile
What are you trying to prove
Even some people push their pens and still come with a blank verse
What hurts?
No more creativity behind the pen
Just subliminal shots aim a different targets
Where is our desire that we acquired from our God given talent
Where is the ones who inspire the others to continue to push their pen
They are still brashing and clashing on whose the best
Fuck it....I will continue to push my pen
Until death due poetry part inside me....