begonias

Dum Dum
Dum Dum
Dum dum

Chaos and Order
Clay pestle and mortar
700 rotations, I won't say anymore
The day obeys the claymore
Facts aren't always congruent
I'm sure we can agree God is a black woman
Shapes from under the rug
Drill bits covered in blood
I can't count past a bunch
And even mid sentence
Looking for redemption
I play the greens, eat the blues, read the funny pages
Avoid the news, it's nothing new
Pickled morals
I, too, want some nigga spoils
Perish avonia
Me and two avalonias
Picking begonias in Fredonia
Nevermore, this rhyme don't have a single metaphor
I wrote this in a temple that's also a record store
Somehow I never made sense
But it always paid the bills
Back in my day we called that (skills) (skills)
I'm an escape merchant
Mastering the fifth through eighth circuits
Time and again I have to learn patience is purpose
I'm always trying to cut the line bifurcating parallel
Very well, and that's my liberation from hell
My rocket mechanism pocket
Symphony's pessimism at the buffet
To update my poetic weapons system
Blessed with the ism from a young age
Very early on
Tales from the deep end
It always felt cheap and
When they claimed to be demons
As if a human wasn't much worse
There's no depths to their blood thirst
Hey, but what's a goon to a goblin
One of them nights when the moon get to wobblin'
Truths be booty naked on street corners
I ain't know streets were porter
I'm a poet
Red guard Ruby Yacht head garb
To keep evil thoughts out
They walk or stroll about
I think you holdin' out
But that's alright
That's alright
But that's alright
But that's alright
[?] boulevard
Where niggas will pull your card
And a poet keep a pokey on them
Plums from the garden

P
This is reminiscent of moments I kept in an album I lived
Child standing up in a crib
Looking over the edge with life ahead
While Mike's life and dreams collide
Forcing me to go outside and step [?]
I'm mechanized, precision
My mind's different, infinite options
For how to let it drop and make a rise
Appearing like craft to the naked eyes
When Babylon is capsized and flooded
In the backdrop the holders of the culture
Stayed alive through verses
Packed vultures
To pack down vultures
I ignite and let it burn down to the roach clip
Then I rap and repack that
Push caps back
My pops sat me down and said
"Son the anointed one"
I painted abstract after that
Became more acquainted with the [?] my pen
New levels, new devils it's
No beginning and no end

Time beckons nearer
I found myself outside of mirrors
The balance being made the callous seem insincere
Impaired
I'm a wizard no matter what clothes I weared and wore
I bear the weight of the torn
My rhyme book for a handful of blue corn
There's a lot of things I couldn't move on or from
Imagine using a coupon for a gun
Only to steal a life
From a place they'd do that if your shoes was too nice
Must be why we wore the ugly ones
Must be why I can't speak my mother tongue
Cuz we don't know it
Had to become a poet and invent one
Been to hell and back and then some
So I thought you had said somethin'
And I was ready to exterminate over that
From the dark corner the map read
"Here be dragons"
Time lashes
I been both baskin' and robbin'
Failed class but mastered my options
It's R.A.P. Ferreira, nigga
Mastered the error, nigga
And now I'm a terror, nigga
And now I'm a terror

(Calvi
"I want my own voice in art to be far from polite
I don't think I'm someone that wants to dress something up
To make it more digestible for a viewer
I think like especially in this case it's it's um
Pretty raw"