Black Poetry : What is a Corps? (Racist to my endless)

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    I use my paper notepad
    to the notes and reminder
    by the cellular phone
    applications of excel and word
    helps me to power-point
    my power-point be slides
    slides of different business tactics
    i got a mind installed inside each tactic
    so when each tactic is executed
    by the business i have constructed
    on paper and word
    it is simulated without computer programming
    then i roll on out on these streets
    pull up at the gas station
    and just wait while pumping gas
    cause somebody of the male youth
    gon say what up g or og or big dawg or big bruh or sup fam
    then i initiate the response
    give a conversation a pitch
    ain't really worried about none of my obstacles
    cause there are ciphers to be created everywhere
    one male listens in
    and the next
    okay then next
    oh yeah then a fifth
    geah then a sixth
    i got a musical formation in progress
    we all on the same trigonometric wave
    head nodding
    building ideas
    and we at the gas station standing in line
    buying products
    probably altogether tallied up to about fifty dollars
    raising consciousness on the real
    got no time for a recording
    this is a live public announcement times
    we all brave
    and we all ain't got nothing to lose
    so why the funk we wasting times?
    Everybody builds and steps
    we giving dap to each other and steps
    like funk it
    yo that's a real never ignorant getting goals accomplished
    and we ain't bullshyting
    could care less about some demographics
    cause we ain't coming demo no more
    plus we realer than any dimensional force
    with or without the pixels
    jumps in my ride
    like a sermon hit they chest-plate
    open them hearts up and mindsets
    as i proceeded to set'trip
    taking the lesser educated on a knowledgeable ride
    their ears received importance via sound wave stored inside their lobes
    long to short term memory
    they will never forget
    i threw my pitches by the tones
    had everybody on different keys tossing ideas making a major six key chord
    all resonance hits
    i got magickal flicks
    get that light bulb to sparking
    make you smoke a cigarette to yourself
    just to look at it like i am killing myself
    being you crazy inside
    i wanna put down that tar and arsenic poison
    chill back with my kids eating healthier solo
    exploring my gifts and talents from my inside
    and just ride...
    i'm on a mission to be a truer truth
    and ain't no religion got nothing to do with it
    or these false characters out here ain't fading themselves by a longshot
    i don't care about yo swag
    yeah
    immah bring funk upon you rising jealousy in the form of envy as no surprise
    watch you steady rise like a balloon with a string attached
    geah
    that's your stee
    while i am too busy hardening my tree
    they call me militant-minded
    i stand for my own evolutionary purposes
    everywhere i go
    i wanna see what i wanna see
    and what i need to see
    so funk it...
    i got no more tears in a bucket
    paint my own pictures on the real
    from my mindset onto a blank canvas being held by a still
    compare the newer results to the before
    i'm out to grab mine and redo it like a prophecy i have already written
    straight problem solver
    a higher ideal mathematician to the brain
    i'm doing this for my own-self and not for your love of being in vain
    i ain't thinking about you
    could care less about yo swag
    set up a party to be played
    take yo cash
    and that rampant energy
    empty your soul on the dance-floor
    strip you of your power
    conduct my business by the universal hour
    time after time again
    could care less about your retirements
    make you grow younger by age
    forcing you to get a job again
    you thought that money was going last you until the very very end
    while gentrification out to raise taxes on your properties
    i will be busy snatching the unemployed quicker off the streets
    cause this is chess and monopoly
    my empire
    my first dynasty
    i got men who get paid
    by the hundreds to the thousands they all say
    what is your corps?(echoing and ain't nobody laughing about the trigonometric wave we constructed cause this is business and economics)
     
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