(This piece is meant to be heard, not read--please watch the video.)
What keeps you alive will eventually
Kill you like a pack of Marlboro Reds
To kill the constant leak of yesterday's stress Music is my savior so it's like cancer to a fucking asshole
Who never appreciated a day in his life, until remission
Then joy became his mission
When I close my eyes I'm surrounded by Van Gogh
They say a picture is worth a 1000 words
So I'll forever search for synonyms
To influence my metaphor and mannerisms
Sometimes I'd rather mask it in a hoodie
Of street colloquialisms but appropriation
Has hit its all time high since
The beginning of colored people time
So I really shouldn't give a fuck
If y'all can't relate, then you renovate
And suddenly you become the leader
Of the new school
But I'm the one that's late
Like I missed my cue on the music of life
And told critics the piece was meant to be
Slightly ambiguous (a lie as one dimensional
As a pyromaniac's interests)
Hip-Hop inspires me so much you'd swear
I wanna be a rapper
But I'm just a writer trying to walk that fine line
Between lyricism and poetics.
©2014 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
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