From Wounds To Words

spoken word poem

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