Personal Testament 2

Anglo-Saxon blood seeks to diminish my quickness
Passed on thru body fluid exchange just like syphilis
I can’t help it I’m afflicted with this albino sickness
It forces me to practice to keep poetic fitness
But I testify to the truth and hold myself as a witness
My acidic prose exposes lies and shines red on litmus
Examine the syntax - who else could of writ this
SMZ deserves the presidency of this lyrical business.

Now you might hate me but you got’ta respect my flow
Like thunder my words are accompanied by a glow
I’m extraordinary and solitary like a flake of snow
Before I ever went to college I was already a pro-
-fessor not -fessional, remember it like Alamo
Absorb my mental broadcast and change what you know
((Listen)) You don’t have a friend only a latent foe
((Learn)) It isn’t possible to reap differently than you sow.

My words carry the weight of a dual world perspective
Which helps me remember that all things are subjective
And then helps me remain much more fully objective
Which is why you should heed my personal directive
Pain gives wisdom - it shouldn’t be an elective
If you strive to avoid it you make yourself defective
Don’t reach for things viewed only in the reflective
Expand your vision then you’ll glimpse the collective.

Life doesn’t draw - it’s only win or lose
You have to be the artist - consult your inner muse
Shape your world propagate your own views
And don’t ever look back it’s just full of refuse
Excuse me a second while I pay my dues
We all share earth no matter our skins hues
How you gon’na shit six days then stand in the pews
If you think you’re forgiven you’re just like the Jews.

There’ll be a rude awakening come Judgment Day
Once you see the Son of Man it’ll be to late to pray
The world’s being given their chance to obey
They’d rather lie, cheat and steal, fornicate and be gay
It doesn’t take a genius to hear what I say
It’s in the comprehension that intelligence comes to play
You want me to expel ignorance and chase stupidity away
Then kneel at my feet there’s a price to pay.

If you’re too proud to kneel then bow your head
A second refusal and prematurely dead
Your body will live on but that’s not what I said
Probably just doubled your confusion like a bunk bed
I’ll triple it by telling’ you to eat more than bread
Then dispel by sayin’ on God’s Word is man fed
Still bewildered then there’s a book you should’ve read
I’ll leave you feelin’ ridiculous like a grown man on a moped.

Then give the synopsis in a fashion that’s hardcore
I’m smart - you aren’t - worship the Lord
Before you challenge me you need to learn more
My sword’s in my hand - I’m ready for war.

Looking for feedback.

Apologies, I read the one post per day notice after I already put this stuff up.