Tongue-Tastic Tale telling 101

This was a recent write Like some of my previous ones to some.But thought it was necessary.

My people realize a soothsayer has come
its dinner time when I hit a venue and microphones are my buffet
please fake poets take a seat, put ya pens away and have a nice day
This stage is sacred.

And I'm brooklyn's lost son
Grenadian rung into this concrete jungle school of hard knocks
Understand this verbal war hammer gets hot when it bangs and cocks back
on poetic and so called "hip-hop" lyrical nonsense.
My WMC tool, Words of mass construction was made by my mother to school fools
I refuse to swallow your piss pools of mis-education spit by the likes of
soulja boy, Lil' wayne, and there's just too damn many to name all of you in this poem.

So I've dedicated my work to drop times bombs in order for you to desegregate
your ignorant present from the past gifts of pain of our history.
Now pull up a chair and prepare to be edutained.
See my words are spit to nudge and budge you
refresh the corrosion scented frakincense and myrrh clouding your sights
spit right not like the useless fecies escaping illiterate toilet bowl mouths
with nothing important to say.

Without truth in your lines, might as well be serving crowds snorted crack lines.
The bad kind, free your mind and
like me become dr. vocab, turning broken words into spoken words;
smoke them words,verbs,nouns pronouns, make metaphors your whores and use they asses. This is to pass lifes tests the best you can.
I'm told I could be the shepard to help lead my fellow sheep man from the pulpit of pain
change the poetic symphonies plaguing our nations hood.
But I tell them, i'm only one man is that understood..?
And yes so was clayton powell, malcom, james E, Garvey, ghandi, who left prolyfic remains these eye veins flow the blood stains of strife in my head.

Cursed blessings don't taste so sweet when a gift horse's reigns are tugged while you look it in the mouth. If false will and faith infect your pride...theres no way
a brotha like you can ride true stories like galloping horse man of the apacolypes or touch lives with God's pen. Thats how I'm able to skool you in tongue-tastic tale telling. theres no way sista like you will Ida B well souls, provoke lil loose girls to keep their keyholes below closed
make so called prospects use knowledge to open your mind instead of the tresure chest breast you possess.

And no, she ain't no bitch cause she won't slob ya knob "Gangster"
you just a nigga with no real job that got a problem
We are all students of life.
But for the lessons in this course, I'm the profesor.
And for the Issac New-Tons weighing your tongue's soul down,
I'll be the confessee and you the confessor.

Alliterated African proverb problems still torment
its nations youth core.
While Haitian schools implode to the floor
and cortex corrupted NYC & NJ can't take it no more.

Open your eyes and see!!
I'm sorry Ms. Brathwaite and Ms. Grant.
Your daughter and son shouldn't be dead.
One disected like a bio experiment,
the other shot in the back of the head!!!
With a reckless bullet that savored its job done well;
When I think the trigger man deserves to die and
I hope he burns in hell!!
But is it my place to wish ill will on my fellow man...?

So if you hope to make it...
Tongue-tastic lincoln logs should emancipate proclimation these
reservoirs of laws of change,
like Abraham and Barack
into a grandmother's life;
So go home tonite, and write. Impregnate sajourner in your truth.
Release the W.E.B. Du bois!
Then come back to me
with pen empty cause the conscious ink
poeticaly bled into the page and tear the damn roof off this stage!!
till then, don't you dare moan and piss about revolution
knowledge is the solution. Class dismissed!!