Verse

Great mass compassionate/ Oblique rhymes in a dope verse Will still leave you obstinate / Compose verse in prose style and hostile intelligence / It don't obviously mean you're an poet because you may have suffered negligence / I featured a lightning strike in this tempest and warfare/ Lyrical brutality practiced on sheep dressed in wolf skin, that's so rare/ And if by any chance you got to advance In modern lyrical styles and patterns of rhyme In the obscured images of mankind Seeing thineself through the eye of thy foe And truly came to hate what you've become Standing tall won't help you from the fall of Thy confidence in thineself and what you can Deliver to the people in the form of prose