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I am a verbal warrior

I spit rhymes like I fight

I am a intellectual survivor

I make love like I write

My words will corrupt your mind

Causing you to loose breath

These words should be considered a crime

The way penetrate your chest

My words, my words are like wind

My words are symbolic

It puts chills to your skin

Words so melodic

They causes you to dance

These words give you a chance for change

My words tell stories of pain

Love, passion, sex,

Lust, poverty, wealth, death…

My words are sad

Sometimes my words cry

The pain sometimes comes over me

And my words an I

Get lost in our own insanity

But sometimes, sometimes my words make love

My words will touch your thighs

Look into you eyes

And say…… I love you

I love your lips, your hips

I love your finger tips

I love your tender kisses

I love the smell of your hair

The clothes that you wear

I love your eyes comforting me

While I sleep

I love the dimple in your chin

I love your skin

Your strong African skin

I love, I love, I love you

And my words, my words

Can make you love me too

My words are like daggers

Injecting your heart like pins

Making you stagger

Paralyzing all your limbs

My words will take your soul

Making you lifeless, without strength

My words will leave your body cold

People say the eyes

Are the key to the soul

Well I say that’s all dry heat

Now if you have doubts about my skills

Put my rhymes to a beat