A POEM BY BEN PARKER - 9/2/17

 

watch my art 

bleed into my real life

cut off the dead leaves

the fakes living fake lives

lately I've been so deep

in my own vibes

and vibrations

I often forget my location

whats the day

whats the time

another day

another rhyme

another freestyle for the kids

another mp3 full of ad-libs

spill my heart 'til I got empty lungs

so fly like a bee

they don't wanna be stung

my elders are frowning

they're jealous I'm young

potential

soon to turn to kinetic

my style so magnetic

attracting likeminded and 

holding off the weak

polar opposites

I'm on the move

whilst they sit

like they taking a shit

but thats just their lives

I don't pay interest to the lowlives

I just wanna feel something more than real than the skyline

make a lot for myself because no one calls me on the phoneline

only I can make my future

responsibility is all mine

and I ain't got the damn time

to be sour like a fresh lime

leave me to my resources

you stick to your own courses

final destination 

is where I see them coasting

they broke acting boujee 

raising glasses

why're you toasting?

I'm trying to plan events 

im trine decide whose hosting

but you won't get an invite 

this time

your phone line gets the ghosting

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