Everywhere I look another man with the power
Forcing everyone around just to perish or cower;
Got several hundred killed in Iranian streets
But the Chinese government in blood competes
Yeah, truth here stated
However, you rather get wasted
Sipping on the simple rhymes
And the basic dimes;
Truly bitter limes
Are our present times
Feeling likе a Cinnabon
You swallow much, you gotta run;
I wrap my hair within a bun
Delivering a type of gun
That’s nеw to the masses
Smooth molasses
It’s hard to stomach
But the poetry passes
Check my diction
It is a form of fiction
If you think all of your jeers
Will change my craft’s direction
I set the standard
But my style’s token
Spit my runes and gandered
Saw your smile’s broken;
Keeping the rosé
Refrigerated
‘Cause the audience
Is titillated
And your writing
Is eviscerated
In truth my thoughts
Are marinated
Really gotta keep your eyes open
And your soul aware
‘Cause what happens abroad
Can happen everywhere
No Uighurs camps
Or Khamenei’s stamps
And shutting off internet
Will not bring silence
To deafening echoes of all of your violence;
I write for much more than the coin or the dollar
I seek to break shackle and chain and the collar;
If looking for trouble to tackle’s a sport
Please do consider me another baller
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