Underground Poetry Reading

{Would you please put your

Hands up in da air for...?!}

[huff]

Here I sit again

In front of a blank

Page

I'm not supposed to

Let it dominate me

And fight against

Whatever's inside with

A pen

[bullshit]

I always wanted a friend

To talk with

Have a real introspective

Conversation

[it's not cognitive-behavioural therapy]

Know that, but fuck it

Sometimes life just sucks enough to

Make you stop giving an iota of a damn

About being polite and civilized

[well, you're gonna hide from the truth, ain't ya?]

So, what do you expect me

To just open up like a coffin

And reveal the corpse sleeping within?

[duh, unless you're interested in giving the eulogy]

Why the hell am I even writing this down

['cause ya luv the process...]

Tough luck

This audience isn't resonating with my vibe, yo

[keep on rapping, you'll get there]

[huff]

Okay, here I go -

Give up on making me give up, a'yo'

'Cause I'm blowing this joint off its knockers

And make you believe in the power of the soul, yo!

[that's the spirit!]

Voices inside my head

Struggling to break down

These walls of sanity with

Sawed-off shotguns of anxiety

And missiles of trauma

[yeah, yeah, yeah,

Fight da power!]

But you're gonna feel my grit

'Cause I'm gonna obliterate you,

Depression and OCD

With sadistic PTSD

[outro:]

These scars don't rule me

Fuck, let them bleed

These memories don't own me

And all these people

They already fuxxed me up

So I'm blowin' you, folks, up

With the radiance of a thousand

Suns!