[AVARICE]

Destined from rubble, gin, cotton its
What got the fix for stomach rumbles
Some would stumble
Love was humbled, sun beat backs
Some bleed black
Some reach back while some just stumble
Cookies crumble but the dough it sticks
The road can get shaky, so we explored the gift
Of the future, made it destined to live
and that’s me, so I pass peace through pipes
to my chief, that’s right or through rap beats and mics
cuz no tsunami tide could storm out hope
they say the poor mans broke
but that’s just the poor mans joke
cuz the poor man knows the true sign of wealth
just check how I breathe in life, sigh and well
tell the beaten path that’s down with gravity
let the bad just sleep
give a dap, a peace and ask what’s good?

no psyche above substance
just matter over mind
shatter of the line
grandfathers gathered in the mine
clatter from a mime like
penning with a feather in their time
getting in the line for eggs, a bowl of soup
gas masks robbing of the coop
loafer walking with a stoop
as they're running for their coupe
traversing through a loop,
fade away n flee the barbed wire
no floor gaspedal stuck inside the mire
onto a pyre path made of tires
leap into ulterior
where tires are inferior; to the yellow brick road
where mozes split dust and adam took an oath
judas spoke truth and allah summoned goats
noah's arc stood the flood, stating knowledge is the roots
but, for the simple-minded:
whats poppin', what's happenin', what's good?

replied to copy & sidewalk poetry