So What (Shit Out of Luck)

Everybody knows no one like poets

But rappers keep at it

Like biter tigers

In spite of most likely getting shot

Poets don’t need to make rhymes

Don’t need to keep time

Either or neither 

Makes no difference

For delivery 

Poets don’t need to sell their mind

And guess what

They don’t need to buy nothing either right?

Let me ask you something

What?

All this fucking stuff

It’s not liminal

It’s subliminal

Get crazy on the street

Make your body tweet

Take opportunity

Live with impunity

Freshen up

Be sweet

Gallop with the horse

Reach into ravines

Run with the wind

For the true obscene

I’m not saying life is endless

Just get it on again

You can’t get nirvana

Downstairs at the bodega

You can’t grow in a strangled town

So loosen up the handles

Bring out the bengals

What I mean is U be U

Like in W