From Wounds To Words
spoken word poem
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Baby your hate never phased me
My shadow pulls triggers for the funsies
passive aggressive looks that’ll bury you under humvees
no artillery and yet I body bag doubts send them straight to hades
See I wanna play it nice
but damn don’t the villains have the best scripts
Whats the sitch?
Side eyes and silence I make em catch my drift
Say you ain’t a bitch
Still barking up the wrong switch
extended cords and pierced cartilage
this type of pain will send you on a trip
Shrapnel and wars that echo from a distance
Clans clash over power and religion
Prophets with no vision
Prophets who still sinning
Tryna teach me about dimensions as though I ain’t leave this plane of existence
I am that I am
Would it be blasphemous.. to say I am king, queen, and catastrophe
A danger to weak minds and niggas who love to hate me
One in the same if you ask me
only difference is their demons pay homage when they see me step over their carnage
cunning, cutthroat, and can’t be bothered to correct your misconceptions bout me
I could careless
Peace tribe,
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