Last Poets

BY EZAR 12 o'clock midnight black and mild burning smoke my poetry is like surround sound talk Iam nice with the speech lose my thoughts when I mentality speak Look to the sky when I walk in these hood streets Look in the mirror to the only reason I compete Coming alive like trees in summer heat Learn the difference between failure and defeat Death and eternal sleep My goal is to master and formulate my technique If you surface level this probably seems too deep Lyrical concrete leaving the average intellect a little rocky I crash through life like white boys in hockey Women cuddle men conquer is the philosophy I teach when I release audomaticly Mind frame elevated from living savagely Add that to the fact that iam black now tell me what the math would be Consciously switch my patterns to correlate with success Eliminating povety and stress Master alliances made up with field elites Manifesting jewels through their teeth Dodging the rules of the beast We show and prove new school raising the litercy of the desased Leaders of our own destiny no longer will we be sheep peace