Clever When I Rhyme

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Clever When I Rhyme

 

Aint I clever when I rhyme?
Or is it just that I'm so poetically inclined to be sublime

that I'm before my time and after

Some don't understand me

I think faster

(or I'm a crazy b*****d)

But was treated as if I was slower

Ms. Conception

I think I know her

she sat in the back of the class when

I was an innovation waiting to happen

and I've spent more than a half second laughing

before most of the naysayers wondered what one was

And because sometimes nanoseconds after hate and during love

I was just primed to round my theories up

like a random number

though, numerically torn asunder

and for displaying more than enough assonance

under any adverse circumstances

and I've had many chances

with failed romances and broken promises

and forgotten covenants

( the first one being where my father should've given my sisters and I

half a chance to be more than just his other kids)

and we wanted it

but oh the mental damage he did

But if you give my a*s a full chance

I'll give you a display in verse

with words in constant exponentiation

Where during the demonstration

I'll make my x chromosomes become so next level

in the unlocked version of a "latch key kid" situation

that my "Y's "would ponder in frustration the "why not's"

And during the debate against my thesis

(and i truly believe it)

I'll bury and hide subplots in a place where time and space freezes

And believe it or not it's in my mind

And in the corners of it

(that's where I shove it)

I've still got time and space freeze pops from 79

I was sixteen at the time and yeah I liked freeze pops alot

and lemonheads, now and laters and red hots and this girl up the block

but what the peer pressure did to my mind was a crime

That is if you wondered what it did

And if you did I'll dig the pain of an awkward teenager up

and just enough painful stuff from emotionally damaged kid out later

And it'll be from way down south

(because that's where I'm from)

So I'll have to hush up the katydids and cicadas

(i remember them In granny's back yard )

So that it's silent and you can hear my pain

I'll rewind the part where Mama did and Father abstained

While I enunciate my consonants real hard and maybe slur some words

ya heard

Like I'm southern "mayn"

Then I'll refrain

sing (but I can sing!!! so it's sang)

Aint no thang

Aint no thang

and after pondering therefores I'll scream "I am"

and I'll yell more "they don't know me's" than you've ever heard

while slurring consonants and truncating verbs

Or give a damn to hear from an athletic nerd

And I'll make it clear

Because you'll see my plan Is not to get wrapped up

in being one number or number one all the time

When I know my potential is a number times infinity

And I'd rather be next level after the last line spoken forever

or upper echelon before the beginning of the first

so you can see

I'm cursed

because I'm also the ending

and So you'll remember me in between

And when you hear of me

Remember that though it seemed like I was slow

I'd prove I'd be beyond the next line, so much so, that by the next time

in your mind

and in your head

when you rememberd me

I would still be recalled as clever

when

I Rhymed