Open Run Sessions

Cup Of Tea

I'm a little teapot

Short and stout

Here is my handle

Here is my spout

Here's what I can't handle

These pandering problematic pedestrians

Predetermining

Predominantly practicing false prophesying

Then calling themselves allies in a community

That lacks comrades and unity

Taking idle shots that aren't effective

But calling it poetry

Shouting "Woe it's me"

"Why does everyone not see the damage and tyranny caused to me?"

Your betrayal spoke louder than loud rolled up

Smoked

Passed around to the homies in the background

Even in the woods

Alleging to be without sin

But can't handle taking L's

Ready to put on a fresh pair of J's

K

I see you

Keep that same energy when we're face to face

Every boy meets the world

Every man must go through hell

It sucks that sex has to sell

And every kiss got to be shown while they tell

Your first response was mid

I've scoped you out and stopped the shooter before it took the shot

You're not hot

Watch what happens when you incorrectly brew water in this pot

You won't be keeping your head up

They'll be asking who shot ya?

You've been hiding

Ruthlessly running all your life

Yet never understood or stood a day in my shoes

Boo boo

You're a fool

Let's go ahead and keep cool

I've never been afraid to swim

I just knew not to drown in everyone's pool

Seen the future in my present view

Didn't need to mix tape to travel to Pluto

The pot is starting to simmer

Tea is ready to be spilled and poured

Audience assembled

Minds tremble

Pop goes the weasel and pimples

Please believe me

It's been like that

You've been addict or nah?

You wanna quit or nah?

You wanna scheme just to get to the top?

Even Humpty Dumpty had to flop

I told you the tea is hot

I wish Sean knew to comb instead of investing in baby oil

But this bad boy crumbled and stumbled

And set a brand-new record

Wasn't that biggie?

He should've had faith

But he chose to hurt Kim Porter

Now he's a lamb that deserves to be slaughtered

I told you

My PTSD makes me go berserk

My haters are only fans

Tomorrow they'll be ready to twerk

Now I don't want you to think twice

Think once

Be careful of holding that gun son

When the barrels hit the body

There's no escaping

You can't hide and you can't run

This a life you claim to project

This a life I protect

Cause this black life matters

If you trying to go toe to toe

You'll be chalked out and a model for silhouettes

This body bags up body bags

These riches will transmute to rags

I don't even need to brag

It's your turn to respond

Tag

You're...Full of it

A catharsis

Leaving you lethargic

Perplexed

Giving you the middle finger with my index

See what happens when you deal with a pressure cooker

I cook up pressure

Serving degenerates with good measure

Flow diabolical

I break all the rules

You don't get the clear picture blind man?

I'm officially done with you

Now I need to know

Who's next?

Now the tea has been served 

We got to steep it

You know who the HNIC is...

Now I got two words for ya!