NaPoWriMo Catchup: Because I Had Work All This Time
I’m the best in the game and I ain’t even press start yet.
I’m livin’ and spittin’ like I’m on an outpatient wait list and they ain’t found a heart yet.
My life’s in a cart and fuck if I part with it before I’m at the checkout.
Now tell me I’m a keyboard warrior because I write raps in Notepad instead of on a scratch pad or an ink pad,
Like that makes my rhymes more bad?
Like it don’t make my flow cold like a polar ho on Bikini Atoll prior to an atom bomb turning the whole place blacker than coal.
Like if you retweet or hashtag any line like it’s set in a place or time when we rewind we’ll freeze frame and I’ll have one second of fame.
I think in my mind cyanide will only do half of the job,
When people steal, people jack, people rob,
Why people squeal, react, get heat up like corn on the cob,
That’s when people get popped. And you think a cop’s
Got less than a job to do when he’s through with dude
Who knows what they’re going through,
I don’t mean a police or task force but the man behind the badge
So when we fly a flag at half mast because some jag half-assed asked for a raise and blew up a school not because of who he praised but because there was no help for his brain we’ll join our hands and say:
"Pray for this to never happen again"
But it will, as long as mankind is only half of the word and recognizes the other half as being first, instead of recognizing that it is both a prefix and a suffix.
(That’s woman, in case you didn’t know)
I’m not conscious, I’m just a conscience with an objective of being conscientious so no body is an object of injustice.