Every time I hop on the stage I carry the church song it may be the last time in my heart
Because its true, it may be the last time you ever hear these words come from out my mouth
So I chose to go out with a bang and play the game like its the last shot in getting this superbowl ring so I’m going to address some things
There are times that I am not in the mood to step behind a mic some nights but I chose to spit anyway
Simply because I refuse to turn over 25 bodies in a venue of untouched souls, so its my job as a poet to put Jesus Christ as a top prioirity
So I can spit this poems in the name of Jesus to be your lifeguard
But some of these poets they can’t be your lifeguard their better off being mailman
Mailing you pointless over exaggerations of poem its anthrax, they aint saving souls they more like satan inside of a young angry black male holding an AK47
they taking souls
And since their some people out here who came to pick up alittle bit of savor from these poems then theres one thing you need to know
poets are quarterbacks and you are the reciever
if you happen to pick up a poem that made you think twice at the end of the night
then when you get home you should think things through with you and practice how to overcome your obstacles so you could be an achiever
This right here is Spoken Word
My tall glass of water, I went 18 years without until I finally became dehydrated
And it left me with the option to ethier drink or it or die
so I drank, drank because water does the body good and it keeps me going
going so hard like Dj Kahled and Kanye, I walk around with their mentality
because people told me coming up that I wasn’t gonna be sh**t with my life and they said I need to upgrade like Beyonce
Because I walked around with the same pair of clothes and shoes for three years straight, don’t hate I’m just thankful that God gave me these shoes in the first place
I don’t have to walk to rocky roads of life some unfortunate people have to walk everyday so look down on me if you want to, Im gonna get mine what about you ?
Oh I already forgot you get everything handed to you, cause I’m a hustler I’ll rather work hard to get what I want so in the end it will feel rewarding
So what you know about a hustle, what you know about getting up for one job 3am to 7am and the second job 9am to 5pm and night classes 6pm to 10pm and then quit school to make ends meet and try and fit this spoken word in between and still come home at the end of the night eating off some rice and beans
What you know, what you know about being inside a side a car with toothpaste in left hand, tooth brush in your right hand and still manage to bring home both hands and still thank God for the roof over your head
What you know, what you know about getting boo’ed off the stage doing something that you love because people just to damn ignorant to shutup and hear it
This right here is my kitchen
I’m cooking bacon, scramble eggs, grits and catfish to feed to the hungry and giving the haters and the phonies the left overs like that bag of mut in my backyard
But eventually I’ll put on my lifeguard jacket just to save you
Save you like U.S troops that still saving lives and rebuilding the city
And there be times where you wonder why I’m still helping the people who have mess me over because if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be a poet
If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have a story to tell
So I reach way down like Jesus gonna save that lost soul from drowning and in the end I tell him to have mercy on you
I put my emotions into this spoken word because he’s my husband, he’s my everything
He’ll sit there and listen because 90% of all people, 90% of all people, 90% of all people don’t give a damn about your problem and glad you got them
So while I’m out here spitting this poem I’m hoping that the 10% is out here the place that people came to hear what’s on your mind
And if you aint in the 10% then I really want to you what you hear for
you must be here to kill me while I’m on this stage like a man fully equipped in audience not concerned with what Malclom X had to say, they took his life but his legency is still breathing
So if you take me it will be okay with scarifies already knowing the consequences of when I hop on this stage
I already told you it might just be my last time so I chose to spend my little time as a poet to share my pain of thoughts with you