ProdigyA Poem by Adam ParkerMobb deep Priodigy obituary
Rest in peace prodigy,
a man whose legacy said f**k r & b, a beat that's army is dystopian, swipe testicles and felopian , all homogenised before our eyes, until we realise this is our prophet. A microscope scopes on those on the rim of society's the irony of his disease one that affected those who were black and not white brought him to his knees, alright. He lived by the sword and died by the sword while I absorbed all he spoke of on the mic. A struggle between classes , those with the whip and those on their asses. Those who didn't stack , who had to rap to get through the s**t trap that is what we have to get through. He displays stoicism with each word , gats and poverty is what our ears heard, disturbed his beats strike fear in those who chose to discriminate, to disintegrate and eliminate those below them, the ant under the boot squashed into the floor. He let something more, a rebellion of Guevara and Fidel, of sickle , gat and metal . Not the bay of pigs but the city of pigs , all with their arms raised , figs on a tree ready to pluck , that's what luck is if you ever get stuck. We are all shook ones now. © 2017 Adam Parker |
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Added on June 20, 2017 Last Updated on June 20, 2017 AuthorAdam ParkerLeeds, United KingdomAboutI'm Adam,I'm 19 and I live in leeds, England. I like writing poetry/ screenplays. Please give me feedback xxx more..Writing
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