i spit a'abayah rap, messiahs capped for lying/
strap an iron mask, this disaster tie you in the past, casted/
classification of rabid lives, Narcicyst zealous in bars sold in pyramids/
i part me and myself, despite odd scenes/
stay high off trees, defy all reach , i teach the mic/
inside me is seeping holes, raped preachers hold papers/
they known for controlling nations, we dont know better/
povertys stricken numbered citizens like lottery tickets/
from robberies picketed, sceneries red like eyes protested, like hemi heads for mine/
briefly fed visions, of prime tell-lie-visions, prisms of colors and bars/
switch stones, majestic pitch tones/
big brother in life have given, bred tribalism/
living dead mic jack sons, thriller and lie to fight back and kill us/
i find that in your proposal, disposal of bones of the over circulate beauracracy/
i spew Iraq in each breath/
although in times of peace, i walk the streets with an akward lean to death/
caught in scenes, images and emblems of biblical historic/
all it is is metaphoric, set it foward and over with/
spitting in forests, i wrote a song to it/
the world is a hipacrocy, we belong to it/
this Islam fluid, flushed my palms, 81 calm knew it/
added it thamanta'ash, its written, drafted, and crafted/
live in the after life, half of Christ, the Narcicyst type/
proproganda is like my heart was detected/
taunts are anxious, thoughts lost in sanctions/
of course the loss of all life is precious/
hold tight and bleeding red like monopolies for Heinz Ketchup/
feed heads properly, own your marrow/
used to be royal like Arabs in harems running alone/
this bodys like golden parrots, potty training/
unlearn your shit, this Iraqi's reigning/
burn your whips slave trader and leave your urn in ships/
you ever met yourself half way and conversed with each other/
like schizophrenics with a purpose above us/
these last days its the hurt that has strung us/
unchained melodies, to worship and run games like Parker Brothers/
numbed frames dont start with others/
fix you and put your soul to this use, to control and dig your holes/
witness homes, nature controlled and lived truth/
from tortured shells, hold your own like hugging family and hope for help/
know it wont melt away, skeletal shelter aid/
heretical belts and tapes, recorded and sold in plain/
i feel hell...caves tumbling while we rave humbling our behavior/
to taste nothing of this sweetness/
is it love or your neatness, of your animal thought/
to enslave what the mandible taught/
segragated like schools in United Arab Emirates/
my fists are fighting, but the gist is biting a genocidal wish of violence/
this life is a bitch in hyphins, dog eat dog/
spend your life in this system, it just divided you from army bought/
their beef i call wrong and misguided/
they fuck you for no time wasted, define civilization/
is industrial growth, instead of natural trust on this globe/
the subtances fro, like African hair picked and strolled/
thru the math in the air, from social construct Sigmond Frued/
North American psychoanalysis, abort your mirrors/
and self reflection corporate spirits/
you want freedom, the concept doesnt exist/
or the process wouldnt presist to reach an end/
insist to teach your men, and reach your friend/
speaking of the end, the hard feeling towards revealing the sword/
but the pen is mightier than men in higher state of prior/
denial reaching uncivilized cultural refindment in minds/
sculpted us in areas with vultues beside them/
also inside are stomachs concealing puppets and wires/
its hard to catch a brass staring/
status feeling like the ba'ath Party....


this was in open mic a while ago...it really is a poem not a ahhhh open mic drop...so i posted it here...tell me what you think