Aight, this piece was directly inspired from Gemineye's "Poetic Bloodline". I wrote this to kinda be a second part to his, taking place after his joint. So if you not familiar with this phenomenal performance...peep the vid...then press play on my audio to hear my joint (if you want that is, my piece doesn't tie in to the point where you have to view the original to understand). But Gemineye is definitely one of my fav poets so peep it anyway, and I know I can't fuck wit him (yet), but yo..if you don't push yourself...who will? I'm just tryin to do the man justice!



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Once again…
God decided to descend and show his hypodermic needle shaped like a pen but instead of having me extend my arm…
He choose to inject the needle in my neck
And in less than a sec I began to feel specks of unreal influences break through my skin’s seal and travel like automobiles through my veins and in and out of my voice box
Hittin me harder than rocks, delivering shocks throughout my body
And when I tried to flee…
God held me and said that fortunately for me it was my time to elevate poetically
He looked at me real steady and asked if I was ready for what I was being given
Knowing that many poetic greats are no longer livin, I told him to remove the poison for my life I was not yet willin to give in
Realizing I was confused, he said “My son… you are forgiven, for you see your focus seems well driven to receive what you have been destined to be assigned”
At that point he had me wishin that what he chose to stick in my neck was a Bic so that he couldn’t continuously click the bottom of the pen-like needle to inflict me with doses of talent which he handpicked
I told him that I already saw what he did to Gemineye by choosing to inseminate some of the late poetic greats into his bloodstream
Thus I was questioning if this was real or also a dream cuz this seemed a bit extreme
But while I pondered whether it was or not…
I was getting shot with hits of Jill Scott until my blood began to clot
God said that he only just began and removed the pen and restabbed it into a premature scab allowing my veins to grab onto the tip
and then a rush of newfound poetic ingenuity started fluidly running through me lyrically filling me with the likes of Nikki Giovanni, Suheir Hammad and Talib Kweli
He told me that along with the greats initially entwined in the bloodline, that he now had to add the new breed
Then he did proceed with this need by droppin’ in metaphorical toppings of Common and providing me the voice to reach millions with a flow like Saul Williams
I then asked if I was ready to go
And He replied that although he did provide more than I thought I was owed, that I was not yet ready to let my words flow
He then injected real emcee’s like Lupe Fiasco, KRS-One, and Nas…The God Son
So as I’m thinking that he’s now done
God removes his needle from my feeble neck and sees that my face began growin weak…
He then began to speak,
Stating that a poet’s contribution is unique to society as we utilize creative techniques to move people
With mere words we can give the unfortunate a peek at what hope can bring or provide an insight to the fortunate to how life is for the bleak
Our words can leave a streak of upliftment in peoples minds, as wisdom leaks out from each one of our lines

After this advice, He then placed one hand on my head and stuck the needle in my neck one last time
And with concise aim, into my vein went the flow of Black Ice and Sonia Sanchez, followed by what felt like a blast from a glock was the influence of Amiri Baraka and 2pac
He then grabbed my palm and told me to remain calm as he placed a pen with a unique design inside
And immediately my lifelines leaped from my hand and entwined with the pen like vines so that me and this instrument would forever be combined
He said…”you see although many poets are not recognized while they are here
I do not yet welcome you onto death
Instead I need your words to provide the much needed breath to save and resuscitate what’s left in my world”
For poets are His concealed gems like hidden black pearls in oysters
And He directly employs us to be destroyers of closed mindedness
Therefore us poets live amidst all the bullshit so that way we can easily assist those that need it the most
And as long as the world consists of us poets, then in his mind hope will always exist
So at that time, I felt it was right to sign my name as the newest inductee into
The poetic bloodline.