This is my def poetry jam; stand up give me a hand. Make you feel good melt in your mouth not in your hand. Make you feel right plenty of love its all good righhhht? See its like others mimic me, people envy me, haters misconstruing thoughts just might deliver me. (Preach boy Preach) I will! Feeling pain from struggles of the 60's, my mind educates that uplifts me, my heart dedicates that’s stronger than your $300,000 dollar Bentley. Come on walk with me, perpetrators stalking me, like dogs walking me, people stealing-thieves get you hands out the jar, the stains on your sleeves, let me put your mind too ease. See I built rhymes like Romans monuments, words must be heaven sent, God others irrelevant-mass crowds and the torches lit, protesting the vote and shhhhhhh. Its real the streets like murder she wrote, the block, the corner watch hookers get chocked, watch pimpin snort coke, while dealers get police brutality and guns to they throat. This is the truth like my poetry is def, its blows like the wind, my streets were crazy no miracles to preach, no angels, no blessings this is Def Poetry to me! This is Midwest in to me, chi town-windy city these aggressors to me are like too many Bushes and not enough Clinton’s, like too many Chaney’s and not enough X's lord save thee. I don’t put children in garbage cans, sniff white and run around man, I don’t cheat on my queen, and bring her back things, I don’t take from others cause the Lord give us and take it away, I write hot poetry just to make your day.