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Black Shakespeare

Picture this a lil kid 8 years pen and pad first let it be known I'm Black Shakespeare with a rap verse it never hurts to strive harder, dive in stardom, my thinking cap is starving, mental collapses often. Awake my pencil out the couffin, sit and contimplate skills to ovulate mixed with rage I'm spitting spittin bars of fate. Inscriptin scars in my pages my novelistic ways is hard to hate calm still involved with the rage. As God as my witness He knows the struggle keeps me stronger, the longer I'm involved breathing on the Earth I'm in somber. Cough a song up, lead by the drummer hey dawg it's dark in these tunnels, what's becoming of me writting these poems, I'm unlike the norm my style and form....Black Shakespeare

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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