SUICIDE OR FAITH?

May I have ur attention for a couple of seconds…
Maybe minutes..
Depends on how long it takes ur pupils to finish..
Transporting these words I’ve written
From your screen to your left temporal lobe.
See
I
make
Am
Hip hop..
Not your money, cash, hoes…
Nine bullets through my clothes..
Rented gaudy chain with diamonds from lord knows where over the gold.
no!
No crack rocks have lived in my socks..
*PAUSE*
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KING IS HE

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They called him black and ugly
A nappy haired jungle monkey
Unworthy of a place on the same earth as we“.
School days all the same
Lord It woulda been a shame
If All the names thrown his way became….
A definition of his life’s tone
But His mother taught him about the sticks and stones
And how to trace his bloodline back to thrones.
She knew it was a king she’d born!
So she named her son…
Olamide
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