For the faint of heart, steer clear and beware,
My words may pervert you in this cerebral warfare.
Where lexes conflagrate to punish for crimes,
I study the word kitchen, its recipes and its rhymes.
It’s my time to shine, thoughts still unrefined,
as erudite impetus apprizes my frame of mind
My visions unclear and something’s amiss,
I dive in the well, delving through the abyss.
From Heaven to hell, my brain spells dispel
moving notions and concepts generating bombshells
They excel and devour, turning gods into cowards,
Getting louder and louder, biblical by the hour
I combat with the cynics my wit at disposal
A boy with ambition, I can’t help I was chosen
A soldier with a motive, my mind going postal
many times I have taught you, get the point, I am focal.
Expressions, impressions, aggressions and such
Algorithms for insight and you be the judge.
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again
Where lives acumen, you will find a dry pen.
A brainstorming board with lyric and note,
A since worn spot and a dusty remote
I focus even more, and the clouds start to lift,
And whatever is left is truly my gift
My treasure to share with humans and gods,
In freestyling verse and rhyming unflawed
I present unto you my mind and my gift,
My skill to persuade you, give you eyebrows a lift.
I’ve been working real hard and I think it is time,
For me to uncork and excite your enzymes
For you to compel me, with empathy and cause,
the effect will be when your mind takes a pause