I sit, spit battles between fingers and intellect
Looking for feed for introspect but getting disrespect
Some tight lines take night times and 3 cups of soda
To shoulder the expectation to drop dimes, "I'm 'Hova"
Hell even those with Magna Cum Laude stamped resume's
Garnering reviews of "that's tight!" feeling dismayed
We know that the rules require esquire type quoting
And some responses are watered down nuances of ill noting
So lately the Open Mic board is fishing, catch and release
I'm waiting for someone else drop.... I fight writer's block, hold the corner, my shit's hot
Intervene with weed and Twinkies, I rip shops
But I'm fed things that deceive me with misspelling
Please relieve me from Ponzi feeding that you selling
Better telling those that I appreciate that, like a favor
Cause one line feed germinate that, flights of failure
So if you can't go into detail about the shit you like
Why even do you spit and write?
In the words of Ice Cube....
Please feed right on drops...I want you dumb muthafuckas to live.....