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When I'm in front of a mic,
It's not about making you cheer for Nyne Elementz.
I'm here to fulfill my god-given mission
To keep your minds lit with relevence
According to the dictates of His word
And I do so as an act of due reverence.
Sometimes, It's irritating to find
That I'm constantly competing
With spoken unintelligence.
Please don't get it twisted
Because I'm not at all arrogant.
I just believe in exhibiting excellence,
And I'll be the first to admit
That I'm imperfect, without hesitance.
But let's cut the crap, shall we?
I honestly don't see how we
Allow meaningless words onto pages and stages
Or give props to whoever drops it
And treat poets who clean the clocks of
These phonies like disgraces,
Because the disgrace is
Spending your hard earned dollars
On self-centered egotistical pranksters
that only whoop and holler.
If you want noise and static,
You can always purchase a radio.
But if you're after inspiring poetry,
Poets and spoken word artists
Who take the time to hone their craft
Are the way to go,
And I , for one,
Plan to shine as a constantly rising sun
That the creator can be proud of,
With messages and products
That you can speak loud of
Unlike the many who forget to check their egos
At the same place they check their coats,
And the waste of words they commit
Is obvious once you hear what they wrote.
I have no interest in only talking about me
Or spitting verbal pornographics.
To speak words full of value and substance,
Many claim but few practice.
With God's help, I've tempered my tongue
So that I could truly become
One of the sharpest blades ever heard,
Carefully inscribing myself into your memory
So that you'll remember me
As a diligent warrior in Spoken Word,
Speaking what needs to be spoken
Until the chains of ignorance are broken
And I'm shining bright as a guiding light
Along the path of our collective struggle;
Letting my SoulSpeak to usher in a New Word Order
Inspired by truly Prysmatic Dreams
So that the plans of the evil angel of false light
Meet with unending troubles.
I'm tired or worldly corruptions
and complacency killing our souls
Coming from the beast invading
Hearts of evil cravings
Whose own heart is unmeltably cold,
Mad at man for having the chance to gain
What he can never reclaim,
Using sold out human agents
To affect your life and make it seem insane.
I write because my mission
Is to help all that I can
In this everyday spiritual war,
Especially for my people
To help keep them mindful
Of all the things we're fighting for.
I can't speak for other poets,
But that's the reason I'm here.
I'm just a vessel writing and spitting the words.
You're really lending God your ears.