Best Mathers Poems

You can probably tell I've always been inspired by Slim Shady 
By the way I rhyme words and the fact my pen's crazy
I'm the equivalent...

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Without you there's no doubt I'd be
a man without this poetry,
you brought the artist out of me,
my rhymes make up your legacy.

The millions that you...

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The poet Marshall Mathers
whilst "Cleaning Out My Closet"
blasted with inquiry-

"Have you ever been hated on or discriminated against?
I have...''

Interesting enough
in these crooked times
it is impossible...

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Growing up in care I never had my family by my side
I was damaged and lost as a child
Hood up to hide my face and...

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When I was in High School I felt it. 
Then something happened.
Year 2001—
Fresh-ness…
Dr. Dre produced you.
You were fearless.
Slim Shady—
Eminem—
Marshall Mathers.
Colorless rainbows speckled eyes.
I know why...

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Parents weren't around to raise me, all I had was words and lyrics from rappers 
Excuse me, if I act like Hip-Hop is the only...

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Run, Run far, dont look back, dont fall, dont stop, no, dont stop, dont!

The night became cold, we were pursued by mans like never seen...

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The weight on my shoulders is more heavy than yours 
Bipolar so I'll never be steady and secure
My pen will leave Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees...

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Girl, for you I have a few plans
I want to make you happy and be your new man
But I can only promise today, Tomorrow may...

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came to far to sink now
so often you are who i think about
i dont do drugs and didnt go the drink route
u know me pen...

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Feint faint "Fake" no nor'easter

If putsch comes to shove,
aye ain't no doggone fraidy cat
nor chicken little
fearing coup d'état,
yours truly simply
risk averse, and more exact,
he stays...

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The magician is my own bodily templar
Weep  not is i’’,me as if   it wert me I,cried.is,the mathers, 
A fornicated blessed oh how...

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Stark realization, I harbor sacrilegious objection...

Against merry christmas premature blowout,
(or otherwise) ejaculation galore burnout,
hence I feel like the odd man out
neither yours truly, nor the...

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With whatever retrospect behind my neck I’ll make you look like an insect to intersect/
I inflict and solicit my scripts strict to set out a...

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LIMITATIONS OF POWER 

Mortal men are in different sizes, 
our gifted lives are in phases. 
No lifetime is made to rival another less a tie;
The...

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