madskills

Watch my flow spill

So dope you ask for refills

Designated to be creative

Poetry is my native language

I dangle words over the edge

Smell my intentions

Sixth sense my rhythm like an oncoming schism

I got mad skills I cheat death with my every breath

With my inhales and exhales I break from my mental jail

The incarceration and prison of depression

Trying to crack the bulletproof roof of war waged every day inside my dome cage

Faced with daymares

trying to put circles into squares

A daily madness

a perpetual sadness

But I got mad skills

I turn Jedi mind tricks with Bruce Lee kicks

when I am caught in the thick of darkness

I scramble for the daylight

out a sight

I scream as my life reignites

I sink to the depths of the abyss

Submerged like an iceberg I kiss the bliss

On a roller coaster a falling elevator with no breaks plummeting to the basement

Falling faster than a sky diver with a no parachute

somehow I’m a survivor

trying to figure out how to stay live-er

I travel to the brink of madness and back like a dare devil acrobat

I got mad skills I am a whirlwind of thought caught

a 200-mile per hour twister blows threw my neurons

while I drop lyrical bombs

I stay on like Con Ed

words break danced in my head then fled

I move in slow motion and still come in first

A chain of words bursts from my brain

Certifiably insane - still I maintain

Absconded from the psyche ward

Repelled out the window with my microphone cord

been sedated and heavily medicated

I survived staying creative

Locked up long nights

they took all my pens so I could not write

I scribbled in crayons

they could not break my poetic bonds

Dubble handcuffed in the back of squad car

I still played air guitar

Cuz I got mad skills

Done