In Response
I’m still at it.
illmatic.
religious with a pen
Like a nun with a bad habit.
Read between the lines,
I mainline ink
I’m an addict.
I’m not your regular average
I’m a caveman,
a savage.
Smashing with a passion
Til the paper gets ravaged.
Writing on automatic
My autobiographic
Contains graphic rap tactics
My train of thought
Is Confucius
And Masters of the Arts Of Asiatic
My Memory photographic
The talent of my competition
Sporadic
And spastic
Rhyme skills more fake
Than augmented chests made of plastic
My furious five
Will eat you alive
Like dinosaurs
Straight from the Jurassic
I don’t mean to be rude
Got a bad attitude
Not one for carrying a tool
I’d rather bat splatter a dude
That one yak yakkity fool
Test me to press me
You’ll lose more than your cool
Hanging em up in suspension
Back to the classroom for you
I’ve had it with you
This is real writing
No one writes to be cool
What the F is the matter with you
I’m gonna damage
another amateur
Thinking his WordPlay is on point
I live and die within these lines
Writing verses in cursive
While you overlook the point
So let me explain
This isn’t a game.
Welcome to my forum of pain
I learned to smile in the jungle
While living everyday in the rain
You can’t stand the pressure
In the places from which I came
Pressure creates heat
I’ve been refined in the flame
Been refining my name
My bloodline is Royalty
I’ve learned
And turned loss into gain
So quiet down
And stay outta my lane
You’ve now been introduced
To the mind of king James
Copyright © James West | Year Posted 2018
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