Black Poetry : Deep affection peek in the direction of me being ill

MADDRAPPER

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Deep affection peek in the direction of me being ill
And seeing skills that builds verses, got cats fleeing hills
Word is law like bird I’m raw in flight spread wings
Wearing red bling and tonight have a dame on bedsprings
Attack static by being acrobatic stem fantastic like gymnastics
Never slumber in walk, do somersaults like Nadia Comineach drastic
Convince the hood stands like dense woods trees with no leaves
Fruit that pollute streets even make brutes seem weak and squeezed
Minds sway and find a way through crowds and blue clouds
Like rains from hurricanes
 

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