Black Poetry : Soft Words

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    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Soft Words

    Got the type quotes that are like notes brief written I’m a chief
    Hitting the text lines with complex rhymes yeah even a thief
    Understands these instructions and comments with little
    Interruption complete dominant this make cats wanna fiddle
    With the realness, don’t like the landlord’s tone of voice picked
    A home of my choice but the housenote leave me aroused sick
    With hope to afford this, even with hardcore flows I can fore close
    Look stripes are characteristic of a zebra but queen Lativah rose
    To be a ballistic diva living single ready to mingle with music
    English is art got a distinguish mark in my archive and I use it
    My corrupt fate is like duct tape got a light side
    and a dark side and holds the world together and ride
    on sticky roads while I quickly load my brains with knowledge
    that’s why I remain in college to duck the lame garbage
    got a cherry Chevy and carry a heavy backpack filled with rhymes
    that’ll thrill minds, got witty hype and like a city pipe I’m designed
    to hold waste water that’ll chase and slaughter the weak and order
    street thugs to put down their guns and be aware of the fun on broader
    levels, write extreme nouns and be between towns like bridges with traffic
    so graphic you can’t map it on a navigation system ride on rafts quick
    when a river is available and sailable like sail boats still prevail with sick
    quotes without drowning no doubt clowning these Titanic cats that panic
    over my stats and sunk as punk chumps that can’t swim nothing Romantic
     
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    Being black is essential scrimmage in this racial mess
    A mental image of less than a man and ABE saved
    The slave, now on the phone with clowns in my brave
    Hometown, the hood is ill and could still rise to the top
    My false habits are like soft fabrics so smooth and fine
    About to lose my mind cruise sometime on roads that climb
    High hills and try thrill the public with subject matter
    Voice not loud but get props from crowds when I scatter
    Verses that’ll irritate the whack and furiate the crack heads
     
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