Deycallmeh Crooks

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin a
Unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who’s the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with formality
My duration’s infinite, money-wise or physiology
Poetry, that’s a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson made me see him drop in my weed smoke

deaf eyes seem to watch
the actions of definition
human mockery.
persuasions never made me
feel so sickened.
where’s your action?
spent stabbing aimlessly
at walls with your fists
as apparitions.
they do what they do
because this lonely town
feels like hospital beds,
and you let them.
i’ve broke my hands for
less than this.
there’s nothing left
to justify to you.
with every breath that
i exhale i wonder what it’s
like to feel alive.
maybe it’s only in this light,
but you’re not a victim
no consequence
breeds no conscience.