A Random Poem About My Day In The Life Of My Mind 1.6 (C) 8-8-09 Poem by Zahir Kijani

For me to give up my style would be like rubbin on wood
But without wantin to I wouldn’t do that even if I could
But if rubbin wood mattered in every factor to tell
I would walk through hell with a whole lot more splinters than cell
And you see I’m sad cause I got more splintered cells than Clancy
At first my rhymes appear weak but when thought about they get fancy
Freeze…I’d lose a foot if hell was a part of Earth
No one can be dead and be eternally hurt
For those that are dead they have no worth
Been screamin since my birth
And blirt out everything till its spilled all over my shirt
Wait…today is Friday and you can see I glow
As I shall be the first of a billion to see G.I. Joe
And yes I’m still stuck in a maze and no its not a pun
Though I despise a rapper doesn’t mean I’m still makin fun
I’ll just say I’ll send a magnet in a text but don’t know if It sent
But if I get a couple back will that make me magnificent
Truly I say to you that in the bottom of me lies stool
I will not die ignorant but like Solomon a wise fool
Sometimes I’m a hypocrite but mostly a hyper critic
Tryna spread the thought of peace on stage while goin ballistic
My hair needs cuttin and my edges need a little trim
Silky smooth and jet black but a little thick like a double rim
I’m sittin slim I lost the body that I once had
Wish I was diesel again except for my body as a blunt drag
Idk Greg tore me up the other day at the B A C
But there is no way possible to tear down the C A T
You know what’s sad is I can’t have fun cause the people on the streets just trash em
And you know what’s funny the white man invented the gun but now we point it back at em
You know what’s mad, me cause that would’ve been cool if it were true
You know what’s hurtful some of the stuff that I have to say to you
I’m fallin in love with her again my emotions are like the Superman
No not the Soulja hoe’s I mean the ride that killed a man
And many more but weirdly they were killin themselves
The roller coaster made them all fill their guns up with shells
And put it to their head and pull the trigger in the back of their brain
Until their eyes roll back like Wal-Mart and blood’s filled up with rain
These rhymes just pop into my head
Never once have I planned em
These are the days in the life of my mind
But the rhymes are at random
Can you understand him