Some Poetry

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Written and Audio

Chris Youngblood January 24, 2024

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Blowing off steam cause I caught the basement vapors,

Late night hype, more ecstasy than ravers,

Looking down the haunted hole, realizing it was a wanted role;

Vaunted, diamond hole.

Sold the proceeds to cop back the capital letters,

Wished they would have remained tag, bubble or bomb,

Returned Wild Style casings no faking love of romcom.

More echo in the room than a 90s underground hip hop joint,

Dissing the kangol, you made your point.

Time to emerge from the base, catch normies in the face,

Brave like the browser, forever young like Doogie Howser,

Or Rod Stewart, got normies scratching like Q Bert,

The DJ, not the game,

Youngblood fame on trains, Traveling Willbury pains.

“Handle Me With Care,” Hathor to Horus

Warrior King Porus, stop with that poor us.

Why you always rushing to blame the Russians,

Yeah, you got served that Prussian,

Education, more fucked with than Haitians,

Living on Jones Plantation…. calling it a nation.

Trigger pressure got you moving up and down polarities like a piston,

Self erected prison that you live in,

Agreeing to Bentham’s watchful eye

Metamorphosis with real eyes and realize

We are cause to the effects,

Take the Power Back’ Rage Against within, than without Big Pharma tour jets

Don’t sell out before we get the hell out.

In 24 Stakes is High like De La,

Always had a thing for La La,

On MTV, don’t plead the 5th unless you got backup like the Riffs,

“Warriors come out to play yaaaa.”

Yeah, like James, I’m calling the revolution of the mind,

Running out of time, can’t push rewind.

If malevolent forces got beef, come at me down one way freedom highway,

Yep, White Malibu in the driveway,

Google Map it bitch,

No fear, cause you got nothing on the 346.