I'm ready to spit it.. embraced the mic.. spitting venom amongst the youth or viewers of the poetic nation.. what's written may be important.. i critique the truth.. i bleed it, and i believe that i can be the next hottest thing.. but I must embraced this mic.. not amongst the stage.. but a fictional one that i perform on when I'm writing scripture instrumentally.. I'm imaginative i think of sounds when I'm intellectually telling a story. Stories.. not a story that's told in a heart of a lie.. but a story that's made up through the truth of envisioning a dream i once saw.. I'm ready to spit it.
I'm ready to recite that a lie is only a mythological suggestion which is only told be cool
within our nation system.. to be apart of the cool kids.. it could also go as far as being
a significant other to the one you love.. but telling a lie will only result into failure..
but don't worry because I'm Poetry.Jones and I will spit until truth is written all
across the nations in graffiti lettering
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