The Poetic Mastermind of These Times
The Poetic Mastermind of these times,
Penetrating with organically written rhymes,
Before you now, I’ve already won,
Speaking in fluent poetic tongues,
To all the puppets blindly strung,
Classic lyrical plots, stung by the gunshots on some drastic target practice,
From the abyss spilling Illmatic proof within hidden truths,
Clues dance, forbidden tests laying to rest dogmatic tactical rants,
Advanced pen stance, envisioning success, placing my mindset to this page,
Space aged minted constructs roll off the tip of my writing instrument,
Statements guaranteed to exceed all expectations, in control,
Hard to decipher like the Dead Sea scrolls, outta control you fall,
Falling to the depths of ignorance, so pack your bags, we don’t have the same interests,
The angel’s choice, vigorous, that’s our difference, the all-knowing voice, rejoice!
You need a hand to wake up, your stakes are flakey, keep reading the icing on the cake,
Shaping my art, start to finish without blemish,
So you better believe this, most poets can't achieve this,
I’ll be putting them into mental fits so they quit,
With wit and honesty, my number one policy is quality,
You’re glancing over my philosophy,
Claiming you need prophecy so I strike with high velocity,
Misunderstood and Hoodwinked by theology,
Unaware of your path,
Starved by the psychopaths cultivating your minds aftermath.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 8.5.2016
Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2016
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