
True Poets
are prophets,
blessed by God;
to recognize truth
thru the third eye of ju-ju,
imbued,
with the wisdom
of no mo
for real.
Real poets
are prophets.
Condemned to slang word
unceasingly,
in 9 mile hi
straight lyrical doses
of scientific dope
for the people
who still hope
for the people
who would want
to believe
in
prophecy
for those who
want to believe
those who believe
to those
who
want
I am so bored with poets who
wont prophet.
Tired of their skinny poems
composed of tofu
and meaninglessness.
Yes,
I am bored with poems ... that have no blood in them
No bones in them, no meat.
Tired...
weary...
of poets
who wont prophet
poets who squander
the power of no mo .
The words of non-warriors
that fall like sand
in these the last days.
poems emptier
than poor kids bellies.
poets who will not prophet
even now
in the 13th hour
when judgment
is upon us,
and none
but truth
can save us.
...and in his lite
they were new creatures,
science was revealed
made mathematically
lyrically plane;
and when the power of the
ghost was upon them
they did prophet,
revealing the plan of the master
and the worlds relationship to the word.
rise up poets/prophets
slang truth under a
blood red moon
serve up word till
yo
mouth is dry
quench thirst
with truth
slake ignorance
with knowledge.
how can they believe
upon the truth
if they never
hear it.
so many false prophet
answering calls
never made
sealing souls in tombs
of ignorance
for all time
lies dont rise.
In Babylon
idiots
babble on.
Prophet poet.
Prophet or die.
die, the death of anonymity
you deserve
the death of a thousand unjust silences
the silence of worn pockets
empty of all but
unkept promises
may your words burn
like my rage
in your throat
prophet poet
or die.
die the death of ignomonius obscurity you deserve
if you call yourself poet
and remain bereft of prophecy.
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