Poetically Speaking...

POETICALLY SPEAKING

Poetically speaking
I think this whole world is tweaking.
Different races
Going to the same places.
Mommies stealing babies
And babies tricking on my spaces.
Poetically thinking
I see the horizon of our fears
Dropping off into a barrel of oil and tears
But didn’t we just give them a billion dollars last year?
Shame we’ll be doing the same thing next year.
Is this why we are here?
Or do we want more?
MY POETS wanna know what we’re dying for…
Crying for…
Like every time rockets miss
Iraqis wanna know what we’re flying for.

Overhead cost is so high.
Yeah we bleed and die.
But why?
Why we take what aint ours
Topple hoods in a matter of hours
Orphan innocent infants
And leave them in the cold
Then bathe in their hot showers?
Now ain’t we some cowards.

Poetically I categorize the times
I live in and try to keep my eyes on the prize.
Keep my eyes on the prize and not on the lies.
Cuz even though we don’t know where we’re going
-Poetically speaking-
We’re constantly bombarded with lies
About how to improve our lives
When all we do is live, work, and die.

Now, poetically speaking,
Life is like a box of mysterious chocolates
Slowly poisoning you down to the last mysterious piece.
Aint that poetry!!
Unexplainably I just showed up on the world scene
Teleported from another galaxy
And got lost in my only fantasy.
But-speaking poetically-
Any other way just wouldn’t be me.
That’s why I was born the year of the dragon.
Read the character of the only mythological zodiac
And you’ll see why I’m braggin.
But, really though,
-poetically speaking-
Unfairly to my fans I have been slackin’.
Waitin for success to just happen.
But I know that you know I know you know I know betta!!
Letter by letter
I’m on a quest to become
America’s Next Top GO GETTA!!

Year after year I just been packin
My gear
Shed lots of tears
Then turned those tears
Into these psalms I’m pourin down
Your ears.

As long as the planet is spinning under the control of greed
I’ll keep spittin my verbs til corporate greed
Is brought to her knees.
History bleeds.
Forgive me.
This is just how I think.
POETICALLY…

Quorizzzzzzzma….