Black Poetry : never had a man like me

thespokesman

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Never had a Man like me

Who can you call when you watch the sky, high?
Mile high emergencies, species like in unknown lye
Who art it in how thou die?
I lifted you by the Achilles of your soul to be Yao high
Hit you with information; spoke through your narthex, my conversation
Loving you when you was hating, kept you close to me like probation
Probing my mind, feelings were scarred frying pans, burnt from natural gas
That emitted from cerebral pipes and came out your ***
****ted on me, regurgitated flows, blowing me off, why
The breeze blows by, door closes as you pass by
Without looking, irresponsible for my sponsor posed to be
Irreconcilable, unreliable, lied to me u, love is undeniable
Trial with you, at your side, no lawyer fees, no transaction, no automated deductions
I stayed loyal no matter what the function’
At every junction, shared my last crunch n’ munchin
Stepped on like a munchkin, pacifying in mind why u punching
Ate the food you catered to me at the luncheon
East coast don’t it mean sumthin, guess it means nothing

Nothing to you, never had a man like me

Every night after work, weary, beard cuts my epidermis
Thirst, I guess I’ll die if I depend on you for a thermos
Lyricist I spit this, watch protesters burn this
I never learned this, try to be earnest; somehow I retreat to the furnace
Word is cold, ice sickles form braids, crystallize my shades, melt spades
Slipping off course on my escapades, like spoiled marinades
On steaks that break, bleed due to my mistakes, at stake
At the stake, stabbed with a stake, shredded and raked
Greenery, foliage is destroyed at the scenery
Like a builder that didn’t design for me
A tree, I grow old, circles around retinas tell age
Paper returns to its essence in his old age
Maybe old age, reminiscent upon past events, occurrences
Should have tooked my time to learn this
Game, coaches tried to reach me, teach me the defensive schemes
All I could see was blurry colors, distracted cus my pants split from the scenes

Don’t wanna be embarrassed, try to hide the seams, my heart
I retreat to locker room early, shoot some darts
Think to myself like a quarterback who threw picks
The lineman who missed a block, cuz the tight end was sidetracked
Tell me, will you hand me the baton when I touch the track?


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