Touch not my anointed
Do my poets no harm
Father forgive him
He doesn't know what he's done
I had a conversation with God
Trying to get my life in order
My PTSD and anxiety
Has been making it harder
A colonizer speaks in prose
Attempting to win some hearts
He's misguided and misinformed
Reeks of racism and dirty farts
I spoke to God and expressed how this poet is the problem
He said I already won this battle
He wanted me to work hard for this outcome
His sister and mother started waving white flags
They knew the fight was chaotic
Watching me destroy their hero looked beautiful and nostalgic
His son picked up the phone
Said "Uncle Tre, please stop it!"
I didn't want to let him down
I pulled up his court ordinance
You've been summoned to come on stage
Now you must answer the callout
No more begging for Jojo
This moment will end in a biblical drought
Lethal Injection
He said make sure that pen is ready
Sharpen the sword
He is coming with attacks
Before you try to move in closer
I ought a suggest you take a step back
Look in the mirror
See if going head-to-head with Mayhem is what you desire
I'll leave so much smoke in your soul
You'll be calling me the Man of Fire
I'm enraged
You call yourself an ally
You must be deranged
I'm surprised you didn't have a clue
Cause this HB sees you
He chose this date
He chose to eat off my plate
He chose to accept this feud
That was a mistake
And if you didn't see the obvious
He's a virgin I state
I knew there was something
God kept showing me
He said my son let me expose your enemy
Don't let him in too close
Strike first then cut the hair in sun
Fix the pigtails
Give him barrettes
Let him sit in the corner
Before he gets upset
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Open Run Sessions
PoetryHold up wait a minute! You thought that I was finished? This time, I got some friends with me! I'm not stopping the Pyro Packs! I'm just giving you more heat! Open Run Sessions is deep connecting poetry with heavy bars and stories that will leave...