The best amongst them..

I spit my bars for eons,

Around 9 hundred and ninety something.

Chained to a dead man in a dungeon, He 

couldn't hear nothing. 

Over night, 

My messages of death brought

him to life. The nonliving's quotations 

of the afterlife brought new insight 

into what's wrong or right. 

Got chills to the bone, 

But it felt just like home,

I looked we both have

the same family crest,

We both worn it on our chest 

like a bullet proof vest. 

He said, "Now comes your test 

even though your minds under duress There Is

is no time to rest, Muster all of what you have left into 

a context to show your the best". 

I inhaled my breath spectacular specs drawn up 

without missing a step, Yes 

I see what they keep hidden from him. 

That the same blood that runs in 

them,Runs in him. 

That's all I will speak, of what 

was spoken then, 

The dead poets crown him the best amongst them. 

All emotions blend as I ascend. 

A god among men when I pick up the pen.