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So brilliantly painted to perfection,

I've erected many thoughts and provoked second guessing.

No stressing- It inflicts flaws upon the surface,

The words flow like water- I'm just serving you my purpose.

I work this- I make you want more,

I have you believe it's perfect when it's really riddled with flaws.

I wet drawers, I drop jaws- Welcome to my kingdom,

If you entered it with second thoughts- Then at the door, leave them.

It's a Starry Night outside and The Scream can hear you breathing.

I'm intriguing- You'll begin to see it in time,

You hesitate to call me genious- But you're attracted to this beautiful mind.

Let's rewind.



Let's take a trip down memory lane- When lines were filled with pain,

You questioned if I was sane- Yet.....You remained.

You were eager to see my growth- Eager to read my notes,

Impatiently waiting to see the next poem to leave my throat.

You watched me leave my hopes and condemn my self to darkness,

One man can not stop a train once he get's it started.

They called me retarted- Because I questioned one's existence,

But every great philosophy, at some point meets resistance.

So I painted exquisite pictures- More commonly known as self-portraits,

It's important to remember that poetry was nearly aborted.

But a few supported- So I recorded my life in scriptures,

The irony of writing "Death Wish" poetry with "Let it Live" as my description.

I encrypted my own soul- So no one could understand it,

Then I bloomed out of the concrete- Where a rose known as 'Poet' was planted.

You can't stand it that I'm standing- I was falling but I've landed,

No wishes granted- Just played the cards I was handed.

They branded me as a failure- A future criminal mind,

Go figure that I was white but referred to as "...their kind."

Such a beautiful mind....



Layed behind those eyes.

Then the pen got to swaying and I got to saving lives,

Letters comming in, "I relate to all your lines"

It's time......

I picked myself up and got more and more focused,

Started speaking to more souls about the feelings of being hopeless.

Shared stories of being homeless- One man help me get it done,

To me he's like a brother, but you know him as Tha Poetic Son.

It's poetic huh?

But the storie's just started, I'm only 20 years young,

I done lived through shit that's harder than most grandparent's have done.

But it's apparent to none- Cuz I'm what they call reclusive,

So consider this exclusive- Stay tuned for the conclusion.

I promise it'll be inducive- I'll introduce you to my kind,

I'll let you meet Tha Poetic Son- He'll take you through his mind.

We'll take you through rewind and fast forward you sublime,

In time.



It's so brilliantly painted to perfection,

I've erected many thoughts and provoked second guessing.

No stressing- It inflicts flaws upon the surface,

The words flow like water- I'm just serving you my purpose.

I work this- I make you want more,

I have you believe it's perfect when it's really riddled with flaws.

I wet drawers, I drop jaws- Welcome to my kingdom,

If you entered it with second thoughts- Then at the door, leave them.

It's a Starry Night outside and The Scream can hear you breathing.

The words will be my see men- I'll fertilize with rhymes,

You hesitate to call me genious- But you love this Beautiful Mind.