Demetrius JonesDixon Poems

Access my godform
Quicker than the team builds their Voltron

Supernaturally speaking, I exist due to the dark magic that pumps through my very being
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Let me get this straight
You want me to stop talking smart?

You want me to censor audacious intelligence?
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This is what it is
The mixing of individual egos

Perosnally, you are getting worse to me
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They want you to bend.
They want you to blend.

Being real and true is shunned.
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Self-discipline is a struggle like carrying around a boulder.
To not express how you feel directly makes you grow colder.

Regardless, people will constantly disrespect you.
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Too much pressure pounding on my mind like a migraine.
Might just revert back to crooked insane.

Second chick to talk negatively about me within this week.
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What I want is considered audacious.
The running thoughts in my head are too loud, too loquacious.

Silencing them with a tone of truculence.
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He's stressed the facts.
He took the verbal attacks.

His sanity seeped out through his mentality's cracks.
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See I don't have much.
Not many things that my hands can touch.

A smile on my face never lasts long.
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Releasing verbal waves that attract the soul.
The destruction of this lyrical barrage is equal to one Death Scroll.

Too many times have I've been down this road.
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