A Emcee's Dream

a oldie but goody... touched up a bit

Invision with me
the poetic beauty of a
lyrical emcee cemetery...

were the wind blows
cold in honor of there flows...

in a dazed haze of amazement
i stand amazed...

do the ears
& eye's deceive.

robbins
chirping rhymes,
bee's buzzin
mississippi blues.

vinyl 4...flowers.
mary jane 4 grass
beneath my feet.

brushes 4 beats.

on every...
ivory marble headstone.
is a iced out mic.
a herringbone pen
an amber pad...
with a...
stupid crazy phat medallion
& the...crest
" in lyrics we trust...
4 the luv...we bust".
along the circumfrence.

here...
were I stand...
many styles rest.
I stand
impressed & blessed
blessed & impressed.
"Ra's" L-y-t-e on my face
the "Teacha's" book
in my hand...

but...
low an behold.
out the corner
of my creative cornea.
I spot
rows & rows
of black fist peace sign picks
with the metallic teeth
buried only partially deep.
4 every...
underground emcee
thats gone unknown.

peace...
2 The Lords.

& precious is
this "Quiet Storm"...

so...
when my flesh is no more
never mourn.
find a plot within this lot
& bury me...
4 this is...truly
the valley of the kings
resting on
hollow
ground...