just enjoying wrestling with writing don't mind meA Poem by R. Bagbyraps
was dubbed hippie as a teen but when older coined MD Papi
mutiple entandre with its mean but it stands for Mad Dogg primarily sipping on the bum wine, got my rasta blunt to light thirty now still smooth like butter I have multiple choice at night dreadlocks hanging now, looking like a brown warrior ancestors hit the North Star when massa was done in fields beating up our gorgeous sons beat the black off my of some my old duns I was born looking like a zebra in the sun damn there would've been different history If was there and had access to a gun I'd shoot every sheriff in every southern state I'd be Django on the run I swear on every thing that I believe there's no b***h up in my blood just ambition for eternities, I'm not afraid of the mud still T-Y-B if I'm gritty with all sorts of crud I'll be dirty everyday until I elevate to clouds and pull at the utters of a nimbus for its rain to wash me down reincarnate me to godliness, I aspire for more gracefulness don't have to always be handsome, I'll sacrifice vanity in trade of my daughter to always be in happiness old school to the core,the new generation got me bored looking for acceptance all their lives from 2D holograms they never met before Just give me some property that's off the beaten path So I can smoke my dope in peace for miles and lay in the leaves when they get red and brash I want full enlightenment meditating silent there on 8 hour acid bender and re project what I saw in paintings when I put the thoughts together I don't know how I'm gonna feel later but I express what I am now and I only change organically, no bandwagon gmo's in my crowd I swear I'm hella quiet up in public but strangers just enjoy when I come around when your chakaras are aligned you're always the weirdo of the town I'm just on my 15 min break with my head low against brick smoking cigs like anime hair blowing in the wind but I guess all the exclamations normal nits cannit f*****g take babymomma try to scold me in public cause the young broads still call me bae I'm thinking its the melanin, I look like a model to this day unfounded prodigy growing riper but still getting great I swear I won't even hit my golden years until I'm 68 a negro free bird, I color and dance to my own line and beat there's a million yous I feel like I'm the last son that's unique I'm ambitious as f**k,I'm eager to knock myself completely off my feet by living out what I dream I know I need it urgently from how I sweat inside my sleep The other night I had a dream And I felt validation, it was sweet I feel it was the prologue before my fate crosses the "T" I promise to die a local legend any city or continent that I breathe I want to inspire all I meet all the while become the best version of me And I'm not going wait to appoint all this change suddenly New Year's Eve A change gonna come for me don't need no zodiac or tarot read. © 2019 R. Bagby |
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