Mad @ Rap: Gabe Nunez

I got middle lane size bravery

knowing I’m better than some and some are better than me.

none the less I AM SEA.

You bastards speed by in cocky left lane posture quite dangerously

But it takes more take ones than one to put together worthy verses times 3

Good enough at math to know you don’t add up to me

Mad tough, dumb as nails, and a hammer head shark away from de-feet.

Ha.ha.

You didn’t know you were allowed to laugh during a poem but I make poems,

poems don’t make me.

Still I laugh at my own jokes while listeners read.

A Control freak with whole sheets of scrolled screen that mold me.

Goodie but oldie,

But Hungry.

Like I just started.

Reincarnated free speech

Breed speak

Fingers critically thinking about punching keys.

Keys critically thinking of how to dodge and weave.

But they can’t escape me!

Nah

My wrath’s a passionate catastrophe.

And I’ll keep that trophy-------^

As a symbol of who serves me.

My vocab’s a vegetable soup that I picked up along the journey.

I didn’t cook it.

Words Served Me.

And I’m watching you exploited by words, as though word’s worthy.

your unrehearsed verses of hearse worthy verbs need PURGING.

Look it up.

In every sense of the word Your lurking.

my herniated disc drive don’t play your gold, sold out sound of drowned out passion

buying what they asking fashion trend,

consumer of the mass pretend that your the other half of men!

…you sick motherfuckers got nothing we need and it kills me that every time I want to write a poem that makes me smile, I end on bad terms with myself for letting your bullshit exist. I have officially banned rap!

Hip Hop, I still Love You