Living Legend...Featuring "Tha Poetic Son"

"Tha Poet"



It's a special occasion- My presence is a gift,

It's a lyrical cup of knowledge- Put it to your mouth- Now sip.

I been struggling for too long- And speaking many words,

Wrote so many poems- And I still haven't been heard.

I still haven't received- The credit that I feel I deserve,

And it's burning inside- So I'm forced to release it,

It's right in front of your face- But you still can not see it.

If that's the case, then don't touch it- Leave it.

It wasn't meant for you- But keep this day in mind,

The day that I hypnotized you- With mesmerizing rhymes.

It's impressive how I do this- Sometimes surprising me,

But this is my expressive "music"- It never fails at reviving me.

From the death-like phase- Commonly called depression,

When I put my miracles on this page- Every word you read is a blessing.

I'm giving the world presents- You should accept my presence,

It's a rare glance at history- A rhyme writing heaven.

Remember this name- Tha Poet- Short and concise,

But straight to the point- Because I will rise.

Above the hard times- And the obstacles deployed,

The stage is set for my rising- Sit back and enjoy.

18 years ago I entered- July 2-7,

The day the world was blessed- With the birth of a Living Legend.



"Tha Poetic Son"



The time is here, no longer can I wait

I've walked in the bowels of the earth, taking all I can take

Wait!

Listen up to what I have to say

Understand the scriptures you read now...

Will one day be considered great

They're written by a man where brightness is his fate

When looking in his direction...

All you see is success's glow in his face

Ohhhhhh - That's me

Im the individual who's future is set in stone-

By lyrics, life, and poetic poetry

Come on!

Walk with me - Talk with me

Sit and spark this lyrical L with me

As we proceed to release our pain and misery

Giving the world, what we've known since the planting of our seeds

A living legend is how most should look at me

If I died today, my words would live on

Conspiracy theories like Pac - No one could except that Im gone

So I write on, and flow on - The pen never stops

Frequently flowing till the sky decides to drop

Not!

Even then Id continue...

Callabing with the best, Nikki, Maya, and the unbelievable Langston Hughes

So as I said before...

Walk with me, talk with me - Try on my poetic shoes

Feel a piece of heaven - As I consider you all brethren

And never forget this encounter - With a living legend




Author's Notes/Comments: 

First verse was done by Tha Poet,
Leaving the second verse for Tha Poetic Son.

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