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My poetic/lyrical first verse of how I came to being and to America:Part 1

I thought of instead of telling you my inspiring story in a normal way but that’s kind of boring. A lot more fun to do it in a poetic/rhyming kind of way. So here it is! Hope you enjoy it! It’s slightly different than the other poetic pieces of work that I’ve done.

I’m not just a rapper but an adapter,

helped my WiFi boost since I saw God at Sinai, my ally,

purify and produced me he did since Harry Potter said “Stupefy”,

my weapons were lo-fi,

awed he simply,

demystify myself so I will rather testify I am not an old wrapper that was used in the latter, 

a snapper turtle, a madder badger with a better bladder.

God, a facade, no a fraud Todd said(bit odd)

since he gave me an escape pod with cod (I applaud)

not saying I’m on the God squad (yet) but he helped me trod on.

Where are my manners, you should be aware and be fair,

was not born in manor.

I declare, no swear that I was an accident of an affair,

bastard son of a turd,

Claire had a flaire to herself  so Pierre took action since he had a passion for her,

sex with her to the max,

relax you say there was latex,

facts are there were cracks in the condemned condem,

I never stared at them for long since she said,  “take care.”

You see, I was abandoned,  done, banned to darkness,

like Loch Ness  hardly seen, I was locked in an abandoned house

less than a mouse since mom was a monster but I’m a songster.

I cried for God, so unfair I compare, was not a son of a billionaire but with a shoddy daddy.

I then heard a blare, it was the police who found me with lice in my hair

my prayer was answered,

that basset hound that found me in the lair.

This is going to sound profound for I was bound to drown but I came around and it felt like I was crowned

 

 

 

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