as my basic instinct kicks in
im thinkin of each m.c.'s extinction
reachin for the pen, start teaching
dont blink as the ink sinks in
rips into paper, rape ya with percision
did you a favor, savor the moment
cant wait to flip each word's component
till the page gets too dizzy to hold it
idea's unfolded, for years ive known it
owned it, only chose to expose prose recently
vowels and consanents constantly speak to me
wisper in my ear, voice travels secretly
till it reaches my inner vacinity
brought to the epitome of thought
fought intimately with each awkward sort
my thinking goes against everything i was taught
writing is a sport, a game to be played well
only the best are given the ILL label
still, others can elevate and stay able
to reach each level waiting if their faithful
be greatful of knowledge cause life's a college
every lesson learned reflects in dollars
intellect enriches both paupers and scholars
exscape the leashes of corporate collars
walk with a strong spine to support the mind
back your words to keep your thoughts in line
this was just a mental process of mine
before i light a battle & get on with shine
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