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2021 Poetry in Motion #1 - Undefeated | © poet.dreamer.fool

Off work Feeling like An offering at an altar My money talk shit I want it to talk Like barbara walters This is for the culture This is for the knuckleheads With skeletons in their closet And monsters underneath their bed This is for the dopamine This is for me at seventeen For all the kings and queens Stuck in the sunken place Or somewhere inbetween made their green now they feeling that depression in a limosine

America has broken Every rule its ever made And convinced the slave To love its chains to define suffering By the pain We in the gutter look Up at stars And they looking down Lik we’re abel and they’re Cain Think with my gut Like ole boy kangerooing Krang Silver tongue Sharp fangs eat a beat Like mukbang But I still got hunger pains Thinking thoughts against The grain plottin to use love to push out all this pain Is it all in vain?

Smart ass Dumb luck yall niggas punch lines I’m in the booth with nunchucks Yall better run, duck Tell your mans Good luck he’s gonna need it this here brother undefeated The rabbit has the gun And every season Hunting season

I still got dreams to believe in And plates of food that needs eatin This is war no retreatin Abolish all police and We need more malcolm Than Martin Got the mind of Mandela But the heart of Tarzan They should of never Gave a book To this farm hand Yall ain’t Gotta console me I see the game

They get to write thier futures Mine is control V But still I got the freest of wills Blessed with the ability To comprehend The things that I feel I’m just trying to be real Biding time For the scars from master’s whip Heal-- no appeal; Under ice; Chopped and sliced Speak words Like a lion would bite My light Is the iron fist in the fight/ I’d write regardless if it was a best seller or kite-- I might need a bag of kryptonite Feeling nice Living life Imprecise See them blue lights Roll initiative Thats what I mean when I’m rollin on 20s My dime bags big and plenty Blow smoke like a ninja spell I keep swinging even if I hear a bell talk water out the well and money into my pockets never been in county never had my name on dockets yall niggas still banging rocks together and I’m spacleys sprockets them niggas put the money in the safe then put the keys in they pocket stop it profit is always topic cops heart blacker than the dude before you unlock it in champ select damn I’m fresh

like anti-death

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2021 Freestyle series #3 - Running Man 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️ © poet.dreamer.fool

shine bright like the sun out I got a vibe that never runs out when honest words come out its like some guns out get the lead out he in flint with some stones he fred now yabba dabba do the right thing or face that music like Rahiem wavy like how radios talk went from blackboards full of chalk to chalk on the ground kings in the box it keeps changing heads what hoe ass crown what a dope ass sound I’m lost and found like that box in the front office I’m the shit why talk it? my creative outlet has way too many sockets I can’t choose just one besides you should probably have more clips than guns the process is more stict than fun black atlas we measure the opression tons when this man run its more arnold than amaud my god rest in peace rest in the pieces to the alt right she said she was off white then I found a baggie of something off white we talked all night I wanted to give her the world but she needed space now I’m a star and she spins in place say it with your chest my heart always got capslock from a broken home it took years to get the cast off but I always made time to stuff the stat box on the road to greatness with no detours or pitstops I’ll eat my former self and drink in the sights and create art with everlasting light write with divine might keep the devil in the details sales hand to hand just like combat unregistered trauma has niggas asking where the bomb at break down the whole ounce and we finish him like mortal combat got the room smelling like the outer adirondacks I’m thank I was born black

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2020 Freestyle series #45 - rosetta stoned | © poet.dreamer.fool

A little hope A lot of weed Systemic racist policies Blatant reverse psychology Learn to hate Hate to read On a path less traveled-- Satan where you taking me? You know there no breaking me Faking me Wait and see

I am black African I ain’t this fly By accident You know how we roll with shit We Suffer, cry, then laugh again In and out the lion’s den My presence in the room Is like someone let a lion in All up in that water What’s a shark to Poseidon

Black fist Uplift Too legit Can’t touch this We pullin up Like a jump stop Knockdown My assist I exist What is this Who am I? Do or die A conscience Is suicide

Survival songs and Ride alongs The beat knock And the harmony got a xylophone And the chorus Is the realization That I'm alone I’m stoned

I’m my own worst enemy And the enemy of my enemy Is my enemy Human centipede Yall all cookbook No recipe Adjacent to the edge No to war Yes to peace They want a brother dead Realness to the bone No compulsion to atone My crack rocks Rosetta stones My crack rock rosetta stones

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2021 Freestyle series #2 - Dungeons and Dragons | © poet.dreamer.fool

lost in the land of darkness where its cold heartless frostmourne, Arthas; art is so damn cathartic all this fucking bravado with nowhere to park it lyrics sarlacc pit deep yall niggas just bark shit ok so- samson with dread gro never passed go stacked slow but I’m laughing now change the world second first its cap and gown watch your step while avoiding all the capping clowns hold it down drive slow then swing back around new in town boogie down don’t shoot when I spit you can hear my roots fucked around and took off flying when I hopped down from the stoop pulled many missions in the beater and the coop im out the frame and in the loop grew up out of fucks and destitute if you a pig I’m blind dumb, deaf, and mute this is an open letter to my former self white folks treat this pandemic like Katrina they aint sending help the sending bullets cops itching to pull it I guess I’ll Raz Al Gul its ill wade into the dark shit and be the one to rule it open the baggie up and it smells like ogre armpits calm on my monk shit but I always go hard why lay it up when you can dunk shit so high I can barely function still the connect like conjunctions in my chest resides a dungeon with damsels in distress and dragons posing conundrums if these other rappers lyrics were a toaster my shit would be gundam they can’t even tell I just sonned them

I do wrong then make it right

my mind is like leonardo’s but my vibe it more like mike defiant like raphael donatello when I write shredder when it cheddar master splinter when I recite on mics yikes

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2020 Freestyle series #39 - saturday morning cartoons | © poet.dreamer.fool

I’ve always been hardheaded Always Moved with conviction Like god said it I don’t believe in god I believe in myself When I was child And I thought for myself Pops was getting his belt By 12 his ass gave up We would never make up But he helped me wake up and see The world hate brothers living their truth So for me to be me I had to chef my own recipe From the jump it made sense to me Where you hear a beat box I hear a symphony Poetry sprouting up from concrete Underground perspective Persephone You try to chain a brother down But  it lifted me Been taking beatings From everyone who loved me that could Got back full of scars And knives Dating back childhood All the wounds are more escape for my light My traumatic experiences Give me sight beyond sight One hand on the mic The other hand on my sons head He ain’t gonna be an extension of me He’ll be free The only thing ill do Is teach him to lead Instill daily exercise And show him brothers can read

And by any means necessary avoid the obituary These people don’t care These people are shootin We’re not quite invisible But we’re definitely translucent

Its hard to be like water When we’re lambs to slaughter They locking up our sons And raping our daughters While the white liberals Make excuses for their mothers and fathers In that Tesla happy Bumping Cyndi Lauper Pop their trunk And grab their vespa And hit the coffee shop Where they wont tip They will post black lives matters But when injustice happens Their radar won’t sip You give them tea But you can’t make them sip

Romance to us is love and basketball To them its more like Casablanca Gone with wind Its ain't shocking But I need green Blanka

This president I can’t look at him How the fuck you a cowardly lion And a man made of tin The prophets preaching facts But the cult wants ad hominems Assalamu alaikum There’s no saving the forsaken But I’ll still talk facts Like they grabbed my daughter Taken.

I’m never shaken Even if its quaking I hate a pigs But I’m loving me some bacon

Paired with Saturday morning cartoons Ren and Stimpy Living simply Those times were over far too soon My parents knew I love to write So they ain’t ground me They grounded my notebooks boom So I started writing on the walls of my room I knew they'd hit and shout But the words had to get out. 

I wasn’t sorry then and I ain’t sorry now

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2020 Freestyle series #22 - valiant black male | © poet.dreamer.fool

I could pass Yale if I could pay this bail I woulda had good marks but ain’t no grades in jail ain’t no questions on the test everything is pass / fail another day in the life of the valiant black male I hugged my mom cussed my dad out and set sail but you know Poseidon blunted ridin shotgun with Odysseus ducking lotus eaters pulled back in word to Sisyphus bob and weave shoot and miss Toussaint the way I’m coupin’ this I’m trying to elevate to a higher state baggie of that levitate too much hate to estimate I can formulate the plans while the enemies attack the gates puff puff pass there ain’t no puff and wait allow me to demonstrate you can’t believe in destiny, free will, and fate if I were a word I’d jump of the damn page this here is what you’d call an intermittent rampage a love letter to hip hop from yours truly these words will bring me after the cops shoot me

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2020 Freestyle series #40 - no shit | © poet.dreamer.fool

I spent way too much time Climbing the tower of babel Before I realized it was made of ivory A young king I look in the mirror to see who my rival be I burn trees like they’re calories Enter stage right the ebony troubadour Roaches on the floor And in the ashtray I was living in my last day A happy mouse playing While the cat’s away Another different thinking child Labeled a basket case Held a mask to face While I rat the race I’ll snatch the cheese From the mouse trap Before it click clacks You can bet that You should let that Feeling pass We gotta get through This whole bag of grass Before the ennui flash With life  in the fast lane You pump your breaks Before you crash I’m giving the cop a little lip And a lot of sass And some light to bask in I am human If that’s what you’re askin One day I will write some shit Thats everlastin That's on my mom and dem Matter fact that's on myself If its sink or swim You can call me michael phelps

I used to think the depression helped Suffer art Horse cart Shit fart Fart shit Whoa shit I been on that working on my flow shit And that set down roots and grow shit No shit

Stuck like some words on a page The Understanding of perspectives Gets way better with age

The key enlightenment Is learning To focus your rage

Sage When I wanna be Vision stays on tunnel b I need to win Just playing ain’t enough fun for me Think jagged Exist comfortably No shit

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2020 Freestyle series #35 -untitled iii | © poet.dreamer.fool

A king I feel like I’m that You can’t let em Define you By shit that you lack All I know is attack React and adapt They put cuffs on our wrists And all they get a slap All I do protest Write poems and rap No cap Like a child’s potential Its a privilege When the only problems You got Are existential Progress is mental you just require the proper utensils Generational wealth A clear sense of self More interactions with your peoples Than a yell or a belt Get your armor on sharpen your blade I’ll show you how this money is made This game it ain’t played with no refs So do whats best for numero uno Who knows big boys Sumos on the block With more knots Than a yacht moving quicksilver Sit still bruh Listen on the mic I glow glisten Force piston Sonny liston I’m a knockout boy

The tree got my fly on I’ll spit some shit That will hit you in your ions High like pelicans zion Cops got his qb spy on Bet I reach that pylon Single minded I don’t require additional pylons Life will hit you like zerg rush In school I sat slam in front Like Rosa on her third bus The teachers ain’t like me They want you to do what youre told Some people fit in Some people break the mold Either you buy what they selling Or your ass will get sold So here I am out in the cold Most niggas would do like clean clothes But I ain’t one to fold Whats the point of having foes If they ain’t gon be bold Whats the point of having weed If it ain’t gon be rolled I’m fiendin to get better I’m scraping the bowl