Well, I've been gone for a while here. Name's Micstro, reppin Po'Ethics. Finally back... And if ya don't know who I am, allow me to re-introduce myself...
Allow me to reintroduce myself to the plotlines
Of existence
You know that tiny little corner of the universe
Where it seems like everything and everyone
Revolves around the silly little happenings
Of us
That is if you can even remember “us”
Before we became all serious and grown up
And started masturbating to the sounds
Of street poets and songbirds
Who didn’t give a care for the organized chaos
Of the world
So they desperately sought new ways to stay on top
Of Desolation Peak
And force their lips to make love to the Buddha
As if Zen were truly the endgame of Christianity
As some would say
So please tell me that you
Remember us
Back when we used to steal bubble gum wrappers
From underage prostitutes
And only put half of the money we were given
By our parents
In the collection plate
And have food fights in fourth grade lunch rooms
With the unpopular kids
Who accepted the oddities of “us”
Back when we were still trying to be like Turbo
From “Beat Street”
And go outside and break dance on top of
Giant pieces of card board
That we always found lingering somewhere alone
Within the desolation of the street
As street poets and songbirds
Crowded the landscapes
On their way toward poetic fame or a pop star life
Gone wild
Within life’s great hustle
Never to be seen again
So, I walked away from it all
And you too
Distant memory
So, please allow me to reintroduce myself
To both you and God
Because the universe has yet to see
The world premier of the real me
Because I’ve yet to put down the looking glass
And look into myself
And see the real me
Uppin for feedback, all links are gladly returned...
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