Being About It

My type feature is like a teacher don’t accept excuses
They never help produces the truth they like hypotenuses
Fight and strangles opposite of right angles with abuses
My task great like a classmate must pass in class with good
Grades the hood made me smart so I persuade with art and should
Draw pictures they’re flaws in my scriptures just being sincere
Like the design of new cars a mind has true scars the first year
And that’s when the worse appear need a Sprite starting to thirst in here
Manuscript strong and bold with plans to strip the clothes off
Microphones causing a naked sound when I break it down never false
Lot of trash in the world but like an abashed girl I run from strangers
Tote guns like rangers when some cats approach dumb it angers
Me but use self control to stay deft and bold dodges criminal charges
Duck in garages until my luck enlarges like soldiers I dress in camouflage
Some cats hope to be a nurse but not dope with the disperse
Of verse so their medicine don’t cure patients and listeners get worse
End up in intensive care its expensive to share whack rhymes
With smart exact minds black nines on tables crime takes time
Stuff like medicine it abates pain and create flames that shakes
Brains like earthquakes and burst fakes you can pick it by the crates