Rated G

Reality altered by fantasy:

To put your faith in our war or be straight up shook too your very core through poetic lyrical rage this is my faith fully written onto my poetry page. Life to the death from death life is no longer left. What you try to paint is what I ain't but damned I am Satan's demonic Saint. What you write will never amaze me as you pass by my incidental sight so f**k off and get right.

See to be an Elite is to become from nothing you have nothing to become from nothing all my readers remain seated and silent when my stanzas become violent and leave you defeated. Your just a b***h being played I'll never fade b***h made. As echos in the streets whisper shyne B cause this wicked mind be set for war with every step you'll get stomped on sight anyway I live through the night and fight the daylight.

F**k around and your bound to get layed down within this small hood that you call town. Action figures or crime figures don't come too play this s**t is real I make gangstas stray. Rumor rumors what will you say let the small arsenal of automatics spray. I think your lost but I'll help you find your way after I splatter some brain matter. Drama drama is all I give making it hard for retards like you too live BLO isn't a mind blow as I give best regards nothing but ashes of bones in back yards.

Wish through wishes fully granted viscous are deeds that leads to death by a thug took for granted. Lesions never get learned until ones will becomes full form burned you've been warned on that day as you lay Thug Angel came too play. F**k faith in its full potential hits ordered gets you cornered through intentional living within a dream until the wake see what I mean scream as I'm but a thug on a screen. Too me this s**t is sentimental but as for you it is detrimental.

Compare yourself with faith and good health but step too this don't dare cause this ain't no fart in the Windy air. With nothing to start but only to finish I won't stop until poets diminish. The only fear this year is how it ends me and ww3 that all depends. Poetic politics we become political poets turned pundits burned for being lyrical. Beefing amongst the weak p***y playing hard and blood thirsty f*****g come if you seek poetry through lines written will forever speak within the deleterious minds strategise designs is what war defines.

As I orchestrate a fate to guide your poetic suicide Ryde or hide is what to decide. I'm no better than a rap CD but this is my own Rhapsody alone I'll debunk you punk off of the smallest throne. I'm placed before the sum of all fears as I'm faced with 12 too 20 years so I'll give a toast to live and you go s**t the bed to that what it's true who said go put a bat to your head those thugs putting in work once bled they f*****g fled.

Here among the living you once were but poof f*****g gone sincerely yours Drama Don.