Mr. Mayhem and the Prolific Dreamers

9 3. N O R T H

Sometimes I write poems

Sometimes I create music

Sometimes they recieve it

Sometimes they ignore it

Sometimes they celebrate me

Sometimes I'm laughed at

Sometimes they rise with me

Faithfully they sleep on me

Look who's about to have the last laugh.... 

Welcome to your featured presentation

I hope you're ready to be tucked in 

If not, it's too late to apologize

It's time to tap in

It's Mr. Mayhem and the Prolific Dreamers

No big steppers cause they've been giants

Go ahead and talk that talk, my son

Mayhem, Pyro, Tre, give them that heat and show them why you rock the birthright

I'm coming for every last one of you 

I'm so high that you'll never reach my altitude

The love that I've poured out becomes the hate you give

It still fucks up everybody 

I see it all especially all of the hidden conversations and secrets

I know y'all talk about me

Smiling in my face then plotting to come for the throne

Having hidden FaceTime's and text messages on the phone

I'm not God but I see and hear all

It all comes around full circle

Then asking if I did that

You look more Jaleel White than Urkel

A mini stroke couldn't kill me so I took a break

Saw that poetry needed me to pen some new material

I jumped up in high chase

No longer stressing

God is the producer of this film

I'm just following His Creative Direction

Stomaching pain and pressure

Popping remedies from the dresser

Having thoughts split like two parties

Wondering do I take the greater or the lesser?

They're still evil

A democrat is a rat with demons

Republicans want more blood than a republic that lacks cans

I'm independently your favorite candidate

Better than the rest

When this election year comes

I'm choosing Cornell West 

I'm in the driver's seat

Coming to light up the world

And resurrecting black Wall Street

No flame can enter unless it seeks permission from me

Don't you know you're standing front of God's Son?