living legend

Rookie (03/15/1983 / miami)

True Lies - Poem by living legend

this place is corrupted; im talking bout the united states; affirmitive action derived from distrimination; they say slavery abolished but i know its extant; [you aint gone talk about this]why you say that i cant? become controversial cuz i dont care bout being commercial; so im gone say what i please aint no need for rehearsal; he sending soldiers over seas, say he staying the course; look how many of them dieing; he dont got no remorse; i dont got to say his name, cuz its self explanatory; but im bout to expose dude, so call it mandatory; at the same time, how can the blind lead the nation? wet feet for the cubans, no relief for the haitians; its my aggravation, that got me making revalations; black rice in the house but he still distriminating; the majority rules the population; why is that? why they cant be the minority? just becuz we black; im stating facts; not making false accusations; if i have a lil patience ill have a reputation; for exposing yall my intentions are offensive; and they gone let oyu know why im relentless.+ politics getting deeper than the abyss; i insist to change names so i call them 'contradict'and they say im derelict, like im not self supported; every since i was a child, i was known to be precocious; and they know i got ulterior motives; this is project exposure; if its just modernized, how is slavery over? when they gone bring home the soldiers? is the question im asking; since they see im combatant, they want to send a assassin, who suppose to stop me from rappin; so im calling Bin Laden, cuz he gave me his number said he ready for action; but i told him to chill cuz i live in this country; let me talk about A.I.D.S.; they got the cure from a monkey but they dont give it to junkies or people who from the ghetto; polititians are crooked, im bout to rap accupello; 911 im in distress; the culprit is in the bushes, so call him a suspect to the limit where i push it; cogitatin bout waitin, right in front of your yard; so you could call your press confrence and start to make your remarks; i know you'll call me a menance, like im a threat to society; im running for the white house, so just call me your rivalry; when i get it im gone tear it down, and build a whole lot of low income houses, by the thousands; a lot of people say im trippin; i see the heroes comin for me thinking im a villain; cuz they hear what im saying and they catchin feelins; so i stay ducked off; aint no time for chillin, but reachin millions; becuz im on the internet; only thing i want to do is get a lil respect...


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  • (7/31/2008 9:49:00 AM)


    that was great, powerful (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008



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