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Step Up and Stop Me
The words won't come together and sentences refuse to form,
I can't spawn thoughts and metaphors won't be born.
But it won't be long before I'm back on track,
Sending them back to back- Or should I face facts?
I may be washed up- Maybe I no longer have it,
Maybe I'm all out of tricks- A magician with no magic.
A hat with no rabbit- There's nothing up my sleeve,
No more ink in my veins- My pen doesn't bleed.
Wheeeeeeeewwwww...Breathe, a sigh of relief.
There's a sign of relief- I've got the juices flowing,
Now CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE,
I've got the rooster's crowing.
The roots are growing as I continue to plant seeds,
I guess the worlds afraid to love what they can't see.
And I'm so far ahead but soon you'll get your turn,
Cuz I'm destined to die young- Put my ashes in the urn.
When I return like a phoenix- Maybe then you'll feel this,
How can you label, bag up and seal this?
This is real shit- Even if you hate me you've gotta respect it,
Excuse the cockiness- I'm also introspective/reflective.
So you can skim over this- Go head neglect it,
But when Poet's gone you'll tell your friends- "Dude was blessed kid."
Do I misuse the blessing- Do I abuse the gift?
I put my mind to work- I use the shit.
But fuck it, I'm used to it- Throw your rocks at the throne,
Continue with the comment's- "You're not gonna blow."
But I'm hot fucca...So,
You can keep it moving you're fucking up my zone,
Get a camera, make a movie- I'm doing it on my own.
Let all the haters witness and the few fans that stayed,
See the homie at his weakest then progress through that stage.
I told you I'm a mage- Bob and weave through the maze,
I get high on my own thoughts- But I breathe through the haze.
Wave bitches- Fuck it, take pictures,
Imagine Poet homeless- Sleeping on park benches.
Now imagine it not being so far fetched,
I brought you into my life- Made you my heart's guest.
And you made me heartless- Let's be smart about this,
I won't talk about you if you don't talk about this.
I re-write history and re-route paths,
And Poet spit flames that's why I breathe out ash.
I may come in last but I'll always be here,
Vision might get blurred but I'll always see clear.
I'll steer you the right direction- It's up to you to follow,
I've given you food for thought- It's up to you to swallow.
I've battled a few people- But every round was hollow,
Absolutely no meaning- Didn't affect my tomorrow.
Let me address the sorrow- Let me borrow your thoughts,
I know all about the memories that swallow your hearts.
I'm giving you a glimpse of me- You willing to try it?
You can't afford to lose- So are you willing to buy it?
But don't sell me bullshit- Cuz Poet doesn't buy it,
I see stright through facades- I can see that you're lying.
Trying to convince me- You can't box me in,
How you gotta get warmed up- Poet's hot to begin.
Woops there he goes again- Speaking in third person,
Giving you a lyrical whipping- I'm leaving these words hurting.
But I'm only one person- So I peel back the curtains,
I remember when they told me in poetry there's no cursing.
So don't call it poetry- Just call it my reflection,
Or you can call it yours- I don't care- Just get the message.
Poe, get the weapons- Cuz I think we at war,
I won't put the pen down till my fingers are sore.
Knuckles bloody and raw- Bone sticking through the skin,
Poe, you know you untouchable- Bitches won't get at you again.
Won't dare spit at you again- And if they try to drag you in,
When I'm the one they want- Just get under they skin.
They think we the same person- Got an indentity crisis,
But fuck it- That just means that we both nice kid.
I truly am a nice kid- I laugh as I write this,
400 poems and running- I don't care if you like this.
But I'm a genius- Blink and you might miss,
Pucker up and say goodbye- Turn your head and Jada might Kiss.
But this is Mike's shit- Tha Poet....So cocky,
Fuck ya if you don't like it- Step up and stop me.
