Jared Bradford

Rookie (5/4/92 / Michigan)

Can I Have A Mic? - Poem by Jared Bradford

Keep it real-
Nothing from no one
It's my own lyrical material,
Wake up in the morning
Eat my cereal
Make no damn sense
I love sounding
So you can't
What I send
Even when
I explain it all in the end
But by then
It doesn't matter
My art has splattered
Now who's badder?
It Friday, Maybe Satur-
I couldn't tell ya
Cause thats June, Thats July
I couldn't lie
But my words are superman
Watch them fly
In my rhyme scheme
No specific pattern
In a dark room
They are my lantern
Oop, there goes Saturn
I need a map asap
Stupid rap
I'm not looking back
Building blocks I stack
You'd think I hacked
My way in
But it's just a game
And I'm just playin
I'm no pawn piece
I'm no piece of meat
I cemented myself in
Call me concrete
And i'll never sink
Put me in water
I'll defy gravity
Law, I know you saw
That, quick
I'm guilty but in ways you can't convict
Take hike, can I have a mic?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 16, 2010

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