walking with a fist extend to the sky puffing a blunt and holding on to the last vestige of black power thought.#twitterpoetry
Today I sat, mumbling prophesies, both prophetic and nonsensical, to a 808 backdrop and autotuned to shit.#twitterpoetry
I've been obsessed with "Howl" since I read On the Road in 11th grade. This is a brief attempting at linking "Howl" to hip-hop culture.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroy by hip hop, with a microphone wrapped around their neck #twitterpoetry
shouting hysterical cyphers, naked except for a bullet proof vest and a fat gold chain with a blinged out African piece#twitterpoetry
Dragging themselves through harlem streets, searching for THC #twitterpoetry
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