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Godwin Prince Poem
What bound my soul is as hard as bromite
i might not be so intricate with words
i leave sixth sense condescending
my metaphors absolutely power driven
you'd be using Greek mythology if you tying to describe me
like a deadly earthquake i erupt your souls from poverty, exacerbate your minds so you can think properly
while other Emcees dig with mics that are temporal i rock with heavily monumental rhymes and mics that are deadlier!
looking for what bounds my soul is like looking for what bounds Ethiopia and Biafra
Hip Hop is my game
what! Hip Hop is my name!
i write for every black child, black magicians, black slavery and black myth
it was i who spoke about gentrification
i spoke about killings in Africa and poor girl education
Hip Hop educates every black quixotic child
saying to them; be idealistic and practical
the power that i speak of is truly magical
dangerous, nebulous magnetic resonance
what bounds my soul is rocking shows with steady mics
steady rhymes and steady vibes
This is Hip Hop
and it shall not be televised
Copyright © Godwin Prince | Year Posted 2016
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Godwin Prince Poem
In a cage locked up
My soul cried out in scorch crup
Imagine the dangers of living without God
Penitentiary enclave
Money, love couldn't hold me back being enslaved
Ambivalent feelings crossed my next step
I toiled round this invincible cage ill my bones munched death
The thought of death quaked my heart
Stars turned to galaxy of fear
Then God spoke to me out loud
Ain't no cage son; but your hatred, selfishness, anger and resentment for people
My mind coined in perspicuous bitterness
God's mercy broke this cage
And I came out unbelievably high spirited
Copyright © Godwin Prince | Year Posted 2016
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Godwin Prince Poem
Gaze on face on
Underground lives on...
Mic like fire flames I spit on...
I possess and embody the powers that lies spiritually and its so real
Habitually I used to write about candy and liquor. But now I write how candid and equal
I stay up all night to perfect my rhymes, dialect the words and discard all primes
I've never been known- no one like... Oh he's nice or he's got skills
Before the days of rhyming and sleep pills
Mic perversion; the nucleus of knowledge I pass on. Amidst evil I strive on
Assuage every lyrical latent I was born to spit flames with hypothetical cadence
I am the light that shines from the dregs
I am he with the strength of helium mixed with sweat
Copyright © Godwin Prince | Year Posted 2016
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