The Og Poem by Bounty Hunter

And I know none could be as original as me.
Lovely truly, but lonely.

Cause when you sculpt a tree that doesn't align
It gets left out, like a different kind, an original self, true to one's being
Cruel to eyes and mind's seeing
Yet this is how we grow, originally
So be sure to see more of me.
Cause each twist and turn is out of necessity, longevity
Every leaf and root is planned to be, not instinctively
Should the world end tomorrow, I will stand, on barren land.
Every strand of your destruction will be a component of my construction
It is not how I wish it to be,
But the order I see fall in front of me.
Should it be up to my whim,
I would make it so you all could swim
And the moment it's bought to my attention, I'll acknowledge any deception.
And mistakes that have been made in the past, would be accessed so they wouldn't last.
I know you are as me, but more so originally.
And yet here I stand, on unacknowledged land, between the needs of you and me. My best, I will be.
Because though true and unnecessarily,
Falling back, you can rely on me.
I would rather be the foundation of your creation, than an icon in your nation.
You are, can and always will be, just as original as me.
Take a deep breath,
And go originally