Revelance Poem by Ique martin

Revelance



Like a 4/4 beat, silence when I speak
Life in the streets, I can’t relate to the creep
A different life style, another profile
Neither 1 of us can reconcile
9-5 or the reptile style, a thug mentality
Versus my reality
My relevance is equated to the evidence
Like speakin a foreign language
Doin damage in communications, we don’t connect
We separate, resurrect barriers, interference as warriors
Wit a different meanin of conscience
As a source of regret, it’s a place ya forget
The spectrum is a specter, like a lecture
Somethin ya don’t wanna hear
Goin in circles, creatin wrinkles, samplin situations
Ya get a taste of, but don’t know the flavor
Ya savor rancor, anger, emotional like a child
All the while exclaimin adulthood
Demonstratin a fools attitude, neva learnin at
Home, neva listened at school
Life’s pullin the wool over ya eyes
Ya recognize the gauze, the lies, think ya a prize
The surprise is the mediocrity of ya existence
Wit ya insistence, that you can save the day, the world
Ya can’t save ya self n nobody else
Ya respect excess, but not the process
Ya swear ya get it, bein indebted to drama
Smearin ya karma, followin the barometer
The vicissitudes of phases n changes
Life n fortune, tuned in to the grime n crime channel
In ya battle to stake a claim, highjack some fame
When the end came, ya wasn’t even in the Game
Plain truth escapes you, confusin the issue
As ya undo all the effort that went into protectin, coverin you
While ya was vulnerable, weak n unreliable
Like a cub, in luv wit life, ya sub the game
Bein tamed, aint what ya do, like a wild beast
Either ya become domesticated or put to sleep
The relevance is, ya your own master
Though neva taught, ya ought to look in the mirror
Get a clearer picture, ya bought this on you
Fraught wit pressure, not lookin for hard work
You shirk, optin for leisure, the pleasure
Of bein a playa or you’ll be a destroyer
Employin lawyers to save ya from the fire
Like a humidifier, ya incubatin the criminal element
Content to be a felon, to hustle
Cause ya tussle for self worth comes is Benz dreams
Makin cream, dealin in a dangerous game
Schemin on relievin society of its inhibitions
Clearin the way for ya mission
The preconceptions, hard lessons, in time
Ya get over the hump, take ya lumps n assumptions
Recognize ya position, become a part of the main stream
If ya aint dead or in prison, sooner or later
Ya gonna switch situations before it’s too late
Or ya become the lost, lonely n homeless
Before it’s too late, ya better change ya focus
Or it’ll be like hocus pocus, ya neva was
Now ya neva will, ya too old n over the hill
All ya can do now, is talk, think, drink swill
Cause when ya could, ya wouldn’t read the mail
Now the price is hell, no 1 comes to bail ya out
It’s down to relevance, like a slap in the mouth
It all becomes circumstance n consequence.

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Ique martin

Ique martin

Norfolk Va
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