The Wait 3: Death (Spoken Word)

 

This is the death of the wait

Man I just couldn’t wait any longer

I had to get stronger

Waiting is never the answer

Seeing all these people beat cancer

They didn’t wait for someone to give them the answer

This is my passion

There is no crashing

No more bashing

That’s not in my fashion

Being told to wait was just a distraction

Now I’m up and ready like an erection

Looking at my reflection

I didn’t like it, I had to make a correction

Out of sink with myself like an iphone losing connection

Stressing over who like me or not like I’m trying to win an election

They had been trying to take me out the game like an ejection

But I kept coming back like a mosquito

Just kept rolling the dice like I was playing in a casino

I kept going and capturing new highs like I was playing pokemon go

I got too much of a ego

To ever let anything go

The only thing I can let go is these words on the paper

These words that satisfy all the haters

I can let my voice go off on each track

Now look at the map

This is where K went off to show he had no brakes

This is where he set the record straight

Scratch that this is where he showed that he was great

This is where he got cocky and started talking in third person

His devotion for spoken word just worsen

When he started to rhyme so nicely

It was unlikely

In the eyes of his peers he needed school to do so

School was suppose to be the tool

But K thought he was too cool

So he sat on a stool

Loaded himself with fuel

And showed everyone who needed school

Now look whose the fool

I soaked everything up like a pool

Looking so nice and clean like some jewels

Sorry I got a little off topic when talking about my troubles

Sort of like when I’m trying to think straight and start thinking about the taz angels

Damn didn’t mean to get them involved

My point of the wait 3 is that I evolved

The wait is over

Sorry for not following protocol

I’m just unstoppable

Waiting is unsuitable

I’m simply untouchable like steph curry

I usually would say meet my fist of fury

But I would like to make up my own phrase and say meet my words of fury

As for the people who want to see me stop in place

I had to crossover and leave you shook like AI crossing up M jay

I am K the great

And I will never wait

This is the death of the wait

The Wait 2 (Spoken Word)

This weeks Throwback Poem is called The Wait 2. The Wait one was posted Sunday. Click Here if you want to read that. But the back story to this piece is I was not supported by my peers and I released my frustrations in this piece. I also recorded this awhile back. Link to that here.

 

Man this feels like déjà vu

Dropped another book and didn’t get no love

The only love I got was from the man up above

Man that’s so sad

And you wonder why I’m so mad

When will I ever be glad

I guess when people are finally satisfied

My family don’t support me but I guess that’s classified

I’m glorified to the highest god that I will be the best

On this journey to make history

But I’m stuck on this mystery

Cracking down on me to go to school

I hate school

Too many rules

But I’m screwed

Living with people who want to control me

But they don’t see what I see

Like they got one eye

That’s fetty wap

It’s clear that I will never stop

Making people jaw drop

Making my family heart stop

Man that’s a heart attack

Every poem I write that’s a counterattack

I write for me and not money

To them that’s funny

They want me to go to school, to me that’s funny

They keep getting grumpy when I want something

It’s only so much I can take

They dancing around my questions like drake

When will I get a break

Made too many mistakes

I’m now picking up the pace

I’m on a chase

This is my dream

I’m full of steam

I’m taking it to the extreme

I’m dropping a book each month

Just to show my dominance

This is evidence

People have been stepping all over me now I’m finally awake

When I dropped the rise I thought it was going to be an earthquake

But no I’m told to wait

Well I’m waiting

And this shit is starting to get degrading

I’m fading

I have been doing this for too long

I’m coming strong

I didn’t have to wait when they was all on my jock

All I had to do was block

Until I cut that out and made the whole world stop

They only happy when I’m on that field

Talk to my pops he told me to go to school to please

Miss me with that pleasing people

I been trying to please them my whole life

Man now I’m finally letting it fly like a kite

This is my life

No more pleasing that had to cease

The haters is my feast

And I’m the beast

Just dropped the rise

They really want my dream to die

If my dreams die then I die

Without my dreams then I’m nothing

Been holding on to a grudge all my life

Really want to stab it with a knife

This shit ain’t nice

They keep telling me to go for what I want

When I try to write

They tell me to hold up pause rewind

Man my life ain’t no remote control

My heart is filled with coal

Cause I’m tired of people trying stop my grow

I’m never going to stop

If you don’t like it let your heart drop

It’s the wait

The Past (Spoken Word)

It’s hard to think about my future

Cause my past got me buried in a casket

It did open my eyes to the people that are plastic 

They switch and stretch for anyone like they elastic

It’s crazy how something so long ago keeps on lasting

 

And I just want to start spazzing 

Cause I’m tired of being played like a game of Madden 

Cause I had to watch my dreams get flatten

I know one day I want to be the greatest 

But it’s hard because of this depression 

 

It got me detained like I’m in detention 

And it’s here every day like it got perfect attendance 

Like a slave, I just want my independence 

I got to escape so I can finally strengthen 

Maybe I need to get checked 

 

So I can finally get my blue check

I’m so tired of losing rest

I’m just locked down in a mental cell

Every time I fall I feel like I failed

It’s getting hard to stand and look in the mirror

 

Each day is like another thriller

Always thinking about putting a chopper to my head and becoming a killer

Just letting my soul sing like Bryson tiller

Sometimes I think I need a woman to build with

I had this one chick

 

I messed around and let her dip

Maybe I’m just not the loving type

Or maybe I need to get right

Before I can fall for someone I like

Sometimes I think about all the tears that left my momma’s face 

 

Over the last few years for past mistakes 

Believe me, I wish I could take all the pain away

But I’m not god

Sometimes I wish I was

I’m not the type to express emotions in person

 

So to really see the truth you got to read between my lines

The truth will always reveal at some time

See me in person and I’ll tell you I’m doing fine

Sometimes I wonder why I keep on lying 

 

Maybe I’m just too used to not trying 

So I’ll continue to smile on the outside 

While I suffer on the inside 

I’m just trapped in my past

Continue reading “The Past (Spoken Word)”

Deep Thoughts (Spoken Word)

 

I’m suffering from deep thoughts

So much getting under my skin

Money makes your peers look thin

So much shit going on got me feeling like this the end

How can I defend

Dying seems to be the trend

How can I win

Just hit the big 2-0

And I be damn if I don’t have nothing to show for it

Keep my pen on the paper and stay chasing

The voices got to me time started contemplating

People I used to look up to started getting jealous

Picked up the pen and became relentless

So much fake love around me

I see it all my eyes wide open

Every one else eyes closed like a newborn puppy

Now a days it’s all about balling like John wall in Kentucky

You not shit if your pockets not chubby

You not a true baller if your chain not cold like a slushy

The society got so many rules I can’t fuck wit

To be real you got to be able to slide on them like Weezy in trukfit

It’s all about riding with your clique

The same clique that won’t put money on your books

People wonder about the new me

I’m sorry I’m just wearing my scars like a jacket

Knocking down doors like Serena with the racket

I talk my stuff and I can back it

Forget a label

This my career I don’t want to ride shotgun

I always got to drive

Labels won’t ever let you survive

I been listening to, too much rap music to ever take that dive

Look at Weezy can’t even drop the carter five

On top of this moms on my ass

Won’t ever give me a past

I swear I wish I had a million bucks in the stash

So I can get away from the backlash

I just want to get away from it all

So I’m on the mic every second of the day

So I can get away

I’m just suffering from Deep Thoughts