A Random Poem About My Day In The Life Of My Mind 2.2 (C) 9-30-09 Poem by Zahir Kijani

I’m just a monkey tryin to find a barrel with a banana in hand
Steadily fighting the KKK but not meanin the Ku Klux Klan
Still doin that but not so the Krazy kids get a Klue
But I’m talkin bout the scales from the King Krool Krew
I’m an immigrant call me the invador in Gators
Later raid her traitor trade her make money that’ll carve in a crater
But the money is evil and I know that it gets em
Although a hypocrite Xeniyah will never let the Devil trick em
Wait…another lie my eyes are glued to the screen
The catalyst that releases all my thoughts mainly obscene
A pat on ya back let you know good job they aint lynch ya
Paces is 81 to ya next step but be happy they aint bench ya
Second in command and with the bills Patrick always throwin fits
With the bills Ed words to Trent and Pat how it called some lives quits
So it seems I’m sowin seams from scenes of my life back
Memory targeted slashed strangled then asked for his knife back
I know you want to but you gotta stand in the back to see me
Technologically sound so why not a Mack instead of a Pc
I’ll open the windows but all you’ll see is a black wall
You can’t see like I’m behind a 6 foot wall and I’m 5 foot tall
See my decision is to break away from the collision
The incision of emblem of Nin is engraved with great precision
Figure life isn’t for me so what do I do
Wait for the attack and execute my musou true
Li I say to you I want a battle of the greats
Jackie Chan Lateef Crowder breakin boulders and I’m breakin up plates
This is a mind game I’m insane, I’m crazy
Usin my Panther Power like Pac until they take me
Dehumidifying like Vicks steam
And completely horrify em like a chicks scream
A little kid
I play the role that the sole gave me
Standin on foot niggaz I’m still crazy
These rhymes just pop into my head
Never once have I planned em
This is the day in the life of my mind
But the rhymes are at random