Hold Tight

Misunderstood, misguided maniac,

Lacking social skills and will to fit your mold.

I told your kind before not to expect the world

From I who hates the world,

I'll burn your flag unfurled.

Propel my anger past rage,

What you thought was phase is the air to my everyday

I raise a fist against your rusty cannons

Abandon my every shred of decency

Devise plan to topple politician in vicinity

Your ideas of liberty, archaic

You took freedom and enslaved it.

I don't portray the role of revolutionary,

Just slice the jugular of society on a Tuesday

While crews play cypher-cypher-freestyle

I listen to Miles with inverted smile inking scrolls in exile.

Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks

You pose no threat

Behind the ears you still wet

Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes,

Pitbulls as pets, and bootleg mix cassettes.

Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks

As my mind grew you slept.

Expect no friend from this form I took

You mistook me as one of your own

I bleed words of the griot onto poems

Lonely wanderer,

There's no honor amongst thieves,

There's more than amongst Mc's

Who needs enemies with friends like these

Quick to deaden pulse for that Maltese mic

Beware the Cannanites performing pagan rites

At twilight as last of the embers glow bright

One can see the looseness where things were once tight.

I prefer reciting prose over compositions by Riech.

Recite....

They impolite.....

Neophytes.....

So trite.

Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks

You pose no threat

Behind the ears you still wet

Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes,

Pitbulls as pets, and bootleg mix cassettes.

Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks

You pose no threat

Behind the ears you still wet

Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes,

Pitbulls as pets, and bootleg mix cassettes.

Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks

You pose no threat

Behind the ears you still wet

Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes,

Pitbulls as pets, and bootleg mix cassettes

I vent my anger on all angles

Would strangle angels if they'd let me.

Suspect entire populous in attempts to suppress me

Left empty when all I trusted rusted thin...

Able to see true layers,

Undefined tongue I spoke to familiar strangers, now seems even stranger

Cradled that blue baby in his manger until I grew too weak to utter lies

Stomach filled with roaches not butterflies

I sever ties with all of you who despise me.

Welcome to the truth, undefined reality