Untitled (Poem)

Untitled: A little throwback poem for when I was just having fun with words. Don’t Judge Me. Hope you enjoy. Like, comment and subscribe to my mailing list. View my previous posts until tomorrow.

I think I’m going to call this untitled

This don’t have a title

But I got the title around my waste

I’m going to keep it straight

I had to kill the wait

No time to waste

This is my faith

No need for the hate

Anyone who knows me know I want to rap

But that wasn’t in god plans

I got bars but no rhythm

It’s just that simple

in this I leave a dent like a dimple

My spoken word be popping like a pimple

I’m at every other artist head like a temple

With these lines I go mental

My name in everyone mouth like dental

People want to control me like parental

I stay pure like Kendall Jenner

No that’s a lie I changed like Caitlyn Jenner

I am looked at as a criminal like a foreigner

Every time I see the police I think will I make it to dinner

I don’t want to have a killer

I rather go easily like in my sleep

I’m not trying to feel that heat

This wasn’t suppose to be deep

I’m just deep

Every day I leave, it feels like I took a leap

Then there’s people all over with the hammer trying to compete

One in uniform one in red or blue

The world sick like it got the flu

Uniform killings get more attention

Quick to give attention to that but daily shootings don’t get the time

No one wants to hear the truth so I’ll go back to my rhymes

With this pen I’m like Langston Hughes mixed with Tupac shakur

Just like school I got books in the locker

I’m just kicking rhymes around like a ball in soccer

I’m stacking more and more like a stocker

With this spoken word I be trying to teach like mr Crocker

I used to be all alone

The only one to ever hold me down was my brother rome

Now let me change my tone

A lot a people say I should be playing in the super dome

But I rather rock foams

And keep hitting this upset victory like Ronda getting beat by holly holms

Whoever said they was the king they just got dethrone

I got bars

That could get me far

Now that’s monkey bars

I want to ride around with the stars

And I’m not talking about celebrities I’m talking about a red rath

With this pen and paper I come to escape

I’m different with these bars I go stupid

I’m not average I don’t talk about shooting people like I’m Cupid

I’m a new breed

Different from the others

I’m just a spoken word lover

I got many talents like Donald Glover

With these bars I would make every rapper suffer

I’m serving these rappers up like a butler

Their bars is weak minded

Got the people blinded

Let me try

I got more pack than a 8 pack

All I do is count these fucking stacks

I’m a fat boy so you know I stay with that Big Mac

And you know it’s on my hip

Let somebody trip

And imma let it rip

These the Same dudes that chant black lives matter

Man these dudes is scattered

How you all about black lives matter

But all you talk about is leaving blood splattered

Man I’m done eating this track like a platter

The world not ready for me like steph curry

I’m going to shut down the universe when I drop Word’s Of Fury

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K. Exum

K. Exum is an up and coming author & poet. He looks to make his longtime childhood dream job his reality. By creating this blog, he seems to show his skills for writing. His hunger for success and dedication to turn his ordinary life into his dreams has brought him to this point. K is currently working on his 5th spoken word project, "Poetic Gift." Reach out by this email to connect! founderofhitm@gmail.com

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