Friday is the inception of the weekend

Imam’s are constantly teaching

The sun shines, the clouds hover

I stay undercover, I’m a fly brother

The keys are unseen, but are in my hands

Each poem I write acquires new fans

The influence I create is a born anomaly

Unconventional ways, breeding a conscious armory

New light, new words, and fresh herb

I never forget that its God I serve

Flooding the world with meaningful words, building my ark

I feel like Noah, the way I see earth so spread apart

I’m fresher than the freshly pressed

I have fans and customers paying me until death

The days become brighter–I write more flames than a lighter

I have a hook so gritty, you know I’m a fighter


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