This is for…
P.W.A.G Challenge

All those who thought my writes weren’t lyrical
That I wouldn’t let my writes speak the truth
Playing games
Contemplating my writes to go stale
I am telling you my scribes have a mind of their own
My pen and pad are universal
Killing them softly
Cause respect yall gonna get of me
So if you don’t like what I gotta say
Then fuck you cause its not for you
Fuck you cause this is what I do

From New York City I’m representing
Putting my peace sign if you can say it
My words be slicing
Dissecting visions
So don’t cross me
Cause I would lyrically fuck you
Twist your mind
And destroy you
So I’ll put peace sign up
And put my index down
Just to show
I don’t give a fuck

Now I am taking it back to ‘95
When my writing was for me
No one else
Magically spitting
Instrumentally formed from my own image
When the world was an easier hue
Of black and white
When the gray didn’t torment
The thoughts in my mind
Where mathematical equations
And history lessons where the present
That was at my path
When I got my first kiss
That left me in bliss
When poetry had meaning and depth
When I spoke my mind
Cause no one read it then

So if you don’t like it
You don’t gotta read it

Cause these writes are for my people
This write is for my people
My family
My friends
My poetic family
This is all for you

For those that value my work too
My writing is influential
Metaphysically delusional
Emotionally deranged
Leaving words to be rearranged

Give me five minutes with ignorance
Give me four minutes with stupidity
And I leave them buried in a coffin

Cause my swag I am flossin
So if you don’t like it
Then fuck you
Cause I aint gonna change
If you can’t deal with me
All you gotta do is hit next
Cause many still gonna read me
Way after you done ignored me
So I speak the truth
And spit it to the old and the new found youth

So this is for all those that have valued me
I will continue to be me
Through rights and wrongs
Through all my tribulations
Nothing but my words will change
Slowly morph
And improve with the knowledge that remains
With the knowledge that my mind retains
So if you aint up for what my words bleed
For what my mind speaks
Fuck you and make yourself to the door
Cause I already spoke my peace….

Planted Daisies2009


Poet’s Note
Inspired by “Peace Sign/Put your Index Down” by Gym Class Heroes