“this might be my best poem“
or at the very least the next poem
the one after the last one
I promise not to expound on how blacks blood goes SPLAT
when they blast guns
NO, not this time around 
I’m a elevate over guttas
and curbs
before I utter a word
I’m a meditate, but don’t be confused
I defeat demons
I refuse to retreat from heathens
I keep my feet on the head of the snake
wont let hell escape…check out video to this poem-click–
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