A hidden knowledge
I approached the pretty city watching the buildings soar
roared with excitement and anticipation in my Accord
anxiously awaiting my start I see suits and jags parked
new glorious landmarks as I step out my car and embark
paralyzed like a fawn released from the shelter I wander
ponder which is mine, and grow frantic instead of calmer
all the structures look so similar and nervousness sets in
walk to what seemed an important man and mentioned
“I was wondering how do I get to Sports United offices”
he looked at me grabbed his cell phone and departed
in the distance I see a homeless man sitting on a bench
intrenched with superiority I question this pile of stench
to my surprise he looks into my eyes and answered my cry
my mind was baffled by the way his speech was devised
intellect poured from his pours and he stored knowledge
the oddest, his voice tone and manner implied college
so poor he could have never bought it but still I thought it
can he be educated, why did he give it up for no homage
so questioned him about his ways, and this he engraved
mans brain will always stay the same, even if clothes change
so true, real, raw, and unforced my intuition started to contort
clear visions began to distort as awareness drifted to import
I used to use ignorance to sort not knowing I was that sort
now I see it is the best of men that are kings in the court
opposed to those who dress for sport faking they hold the fort
importance isn’t judged by clothes, but knowledge they port
so with a shake of this mans hand I left that dirty place
on my way I climbed up stairs to my blank office space
I did this the same, day after day, but always saw his face
it became a ritual to smile knowing we held an unkept grace
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