A Diamond Dozen...

I remember the days that I silently sat in arts and crafts

In those days as I sat in arts and crafts silently sitting perfecting my art

I sat there reading line after line

I sat there reading rhyme after rhyme

I sat sometimes messing up words and verbs from my verse

I sat sometimes reciting line after line

It got so bad one time that I refused to go out at lunchtime

Why eat when I could feed myself with words and verbs for free?

Why eat when I could feed myself with words and verbs from my verse?

When I became full sometimes I sat messing up my words and verbs sometimes on purpose

I sometimes messed up my words and verbs on purpose but I sat with a purpose

I sat with a purpose in hope that I could hopefully deliver the perfect verse

I could hopefully deliver the perfect verse but the truth is a struggled with wordy words

A perfect example of a wordy word would be the word hearse

Truthfully I didn't know how I would be able to incorporate it into my rhymes

I didn't know how I would be able to incorporate it into my rhymes because I couldn't get my vowels right

I couldn't get my vowels right as truthfully I didn't see the difference between a and e at that time

If the honest truth be told I truthfully didn't know what letter came first

All things changed that day

I remember that day like it was yesterday

I remember that day like it yesterday as my world fell into disarray

As my world fell into disarray every word from my well worded verse fell out of place

Every well worded word verse fell out of place as that motherfucker ripped my words from the page

He ripped out every well worded word

He ripped out every well worded word so I replaced everything I had to say that day

I replaced everything I had to say that day with a concoction of curse words
Literally and figuratively my words began to fly as he turn't my page into a paper plane

He came at me rhyming and jiving

He came at me rhyming and jiving in an attempt to undermine me

He attempted to undermine me but I remember telling him

I remember telling him that I don't play the dozens son so don't ease me in

Truthfully at one point I was losing so I said it aint over until the fat lady sings,

I weren't directing that to your Mama but she aint exactly slim

Honestly with your Mama at times in my rhymes I don't know where to begin

I feel exactly like how your Mama feels in the candy shop when she’s torn between

When she’s torn between all the big jawbreakers and all black liquorice sticks

But truthfully I have truly have to give you a home truth

Your Mama so fat from all the flavoured favours we turn't her bedroom into a gym

As we worked she sucked and fucked with all your family under the same roof

He was hallucinating and humiliated but it was I who took a bite of humble pie as he began his rhymes

He began his rhymes with the line well out here in Bed Stuy

Well out here in Bed Stuy I heard your mama one time got fucked by the pigs

The nasty motherfucker let them dump on her chest so she rolled round and round in pig shit

As she rolled round and round everybody could hear here squeals as more pigs entered the crib

I heard one after another they flipped the bitch and took turns splitting her shit

I even heard they ransacked the flat

I even eventually heard they ransacked your mama too as they hit her from the back

As they hit her from the back truth be told I heard there was nothing holding her back

I even heard out here on Bed Stuy that she loved the way they forced it in

Truth be told even I've cried for you as at times I feel sorry for you and all her other kids

I feel sorry for you and all the other kids coming out of that ransacked rancid crib

With me saying ransacked rancid crib I’m not talking about your home kid

Word from the curb is that you’re known as a bunch of misfortunate misfits

I replied with that's not a nice way to talk about my brother, my sister and my Mama

That's not a nice way to talk when everybody knows your Daddy has his own permanent private supply

Your Daddy has his own permanent private supply out here in Bed Stuy

That's not a nice way to talk when everybody knows when your Mama died he hit the drink

Truth be told that even one time he didn't have enough money to buy the usual supplies

He didn't have enough money so he had to do it himself and travel into the night

I heard your Daddy be hustling for houch hunched on the street corner

I even heard your Daddy put his head through a car window to get a little warmer

Just hustling for houch hunched on the street corner hoping he wouldn't see daylight

It would have been a pain to see your Daddy painfully down on his knees

Literally down on his knees with his head bobbing and weaving in between a next man’s jeans

Maybe it’s your Daddy that taught you all this rhyming and jiving

Maybe the rhyming and jiving is something he did with another man inside him

As I delivered the last line I could have sworn I saw his heart slither and slide inside him

As I watched his heart slither and slide inside him his face said it wanted to fight me

As his face spoke he raised his hand as his face raised a smile

His face raised a smile as his face said

His face said I should have listened to you when you said

When you said I don't play the dozens son so don't ease me in