Your Poetry Dot Com - Midsection steel

Once I walked through the hills of the hood,
With nothing but my stupid stack of flows,
On a deadly one way road, but shit came true,
And salvation came in a hidden form,
Revitlize a city like Carnegie,
Feel the energy of the streets,
I yearn to capture,
The moments in between, of prose,
Before Paul Wall, their was Brian,
Share it to all, leave my mark,
I got nothing left to prove,
Only have to act out my words,
I’m like Tolstoy on the loose,
I’m plotting, plotting moves,
Locked the southern cross in a steel plated lock,
Could singlehandely let off a literary bomb,
I’ve been in the background for so long,
Impressing silent dons but most of all God,
For it is seen how my character has grown and evolved,
And hard it has become,
So don’t come to my lair unless your prepared,
For all out warfare, for it’s a ghetto in my mind,
Straight from the streets of Pittsburgh,
I come hard like a great linebacker,
My dad was a titan, a great powerlifter,
He showed me that power comes from the midsection,
Like Zeus I strike thunder,
Sending oak trees to ashes in a split section,
Showing flashes of brilliance,
But lacking the discipline and endurance,
To write out my life story,
or even use it for anything practical,
my best work was stolen years ago,
small pieces of my discourse remain,
if you are still interested,
check out my “story” Dean’s Demise.

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