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The Artist and The Poet
There aint no other way how to put it or how to say it,Im the Artist and the Poet/
Through my created creations I show it/ Im gonna rize to the poetic mountain top before you even know it/
This my poetry and self-made concrete art only I control it/ So all ya critics out there behold it/
I was gone for a minute locked up and locked down trapped inside concrete/
I was at work the whole time my poetic skills only got better they did not sleep/
Now I arize through shackles and chains I now know true defeat/
Im here to stay Im the artist keeper the true se7en poet of keep/
I will do what I gotta to be poetically remembered the day I go se7en feet deep/
But for now my life upon ya'll I lyrically creep/
My thoughts are one of a kind they cannot be replicated/
Im so relevant now fifty years from now I still wont be outdated/
Its your coice you can love it or you can hate it/ Go ahead haters debate it/
Still Im the Artist and the Poet thats my motto statement/
A whole empire of poetry and artwork since lockdown I have painfully with pleasure created/ NEVER AGAIN WILL MY ART AND POETRY BE UNDERRATED/
I was nothing before all the time spent in concrete and confinement/
Now Im truly poetic with artistic assignments/ Anything I draw I can also rhyme it/
There are more to my tattoos each one has a story and a meaning behind it/
I knew there was hope in poetic art I just had to find it/
All I got to say now is "F@#k ya'll who wanna Doubt me/
F&%k all dat shyt you judge me like Im on American Idol when you dont even know shyt bout me/
Your vision of life is blurry and your death thoughts seem to be a lil cloudy/
I am a Poetistic Diamond in the rough it was God it wasnt you who found me/
Now I know more people from around the way gon crowd me/ where money and trouble again will surround me/
I was a lost gem on lockdown waiting to shine, waiting to poetyically explode/
A natural born poet carving out my own road/ Living by my own F%$#%ckin poetic codes/
I can't be rhymefest free when I get lost in that poetic mode/
My Time is almost here/ I been waiting for this momnet all f&&%&ing year/
I cant believe I made through many concrete shed tears and many unheard of outside fears/
My freedom day is near I will not blow it/
This my time now homie I control it/ Im concretely the smartest writer even if you aint know it/
MAKE WAY PEOPLE FOR THE SE7EN KING ARTIST AND POET
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