Lost in my mind
With self doubt,
Blind to ask for help.
Slowly swimming
In depression thought
None would have compassion
University of life taught me
To fight for what I believe in
Yet there's still even no relief
Haters sucking last glory.
When will our story of
Deep misery end?
When will we drink in
Success reminiscing at the struggles we won?
We ain't born with the
Silver spoon even at noon
We toil to make it better.
The soil glint bitter to
Accept our sweat cause
Our mind is wet with sins.
Our lips wear the coat
of poverty, weary eyes
With the heavy storms
Of problems with huge
Horns of debts, pages
Of thorns with norm of
Abuse as our motive,
We mourn heroes calling
Them cowards, praise
Perpetrator for bravery
Of murdering young soldier.
Traitors have combos
With police to raid my hustle.
The only leveler is the whistle
Of death, I battle to birth
Rhymes so I resurrect
Oxymoron to give oxygen
Of words to moron, I was
Prosecute for being a prostitute
With words without institution
Called a felon without documentation, I have orientation with the devil I don't need qualification. My education is free like Freeman,
Let me isolate my thoughts
From the prison of my mind.
Find reason in resting inside
The psychiatric trick of my flow lay low in the casket of broken dreams, shackles of misplaced hopes. Glint at bones of phantom dreams.
Can't fathom the scenery
Peer at the blueprint of museum of nightmare brewed
Don't look weary from phobia.
I'll trigger your lobia evoking
Feelings provoking orgasm
Plunging words down your
Throat throttling your pussy.
Implementing words on
Your endometrium maturing
To babies of revolution
To be the new evolution.
Like volcanic eruption I
Carry my burdens bleeding
Like the larva leaving scars
That'll shine like stars
When I win the game
It ain't about fame
Is it about beautifying
Disfigured frame of misery.
I'm a phantom writer
I can indite your destination
In a complicated line
A fascinating fine rhyme
One that'll shiver your spine
To time travel to old verse
Peruse the guess work
Of the surgical magical power
To evoke spirits of the dead.
From the ancient belly
I spew the bile of the beast
To feast on the cruel system
Chaining my innocent brothers
In jail doing hard times.
Let me preach bail em with words. Hail to the rise of a young OG. My flows on
The mic are therapeutic.
Surgically releasing hectic stress. I scribble from
A pathetic background
Hoping to enlighten.
Like a hungry wolf
Hope is engulfed in me.
To the streets engraved
With sadness we embrace
The nakedness of the sun
With smile of miles of hardship.
From the backyard of
Our ship, fathers are clenched
Bottle, young nigga battle
To be respected by killing.
Sisters pipe to get in the feeling
Crack babies are born by dealing.
The thighs of my neighbour
Ain't healing daddy toss in every day.
Jealousy is overcast winning.
The world is bleeding
What way are we leaving?


By:Melvey koka(the surgical poet)
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Sonador(the dreamer)

© Melvey koka