Him

I am not him, for only he can be .
The one who loves in eternity.
Eternity, I say this word foolishly
being foolish in my vision.

Ain't nothing like hip-hop music
That's why we choose it
Masta Ace, does not confuse it
We got to breathe the air consciousness brings.

I am but a shadow a thought
Of the one who is behind the trap,
The illusory frame behind the imagination
eating away the attention span
Of the mightiest I.

Am I most creative now
Or is it time to die?
Go to sleep, I mean
Shut my eyes
Not die like a guy falling outta style
Making way for the next idea
or whatevers feeling wild.

I told the girl on the phone that this poem wasn't going
But I guess I lied my lady, this poems far from shady
It's a style inbetween all styles
Made of more than a little crazy.

But if you're an egotist
And you slip your nip
Just to get a tip
For the dirty shit
You're messin with
Then you ought to be disrespected with
Slapped around, bare chested whipped
Because that's the way the world works
You sell yourself and you aren't yours
And all the world gives you chores
But if you smile deep
Deep in the fear
Uncover your ear
To the sounds of liberation.

Emanuel Caparelli