From Sickness Gleaned Video (MV)

I keep
So hopeful
Through night
And day
No sleep
Whilst load's full
I fight
I pray
Don't say I need a gold chain
Or a beat change
Imma maintain
Like a mountain
Untamed
Do say
That I write strange
That I'm deranged
Liking wrong dogs
With the right mange
I keep hungry, as I go
I keep steaming, midst the snow
All my brothers and my sisters see my notepad and they know
Falling, deeper
Midst all, the flames
When hedge, is steeper
More fun, are games
All my poems
Manufactured to be seminal
Reaper roams
But I do not walk on tippy-toes
See ten tombs
But I've noticed only nine are full
You say that pall's for me, you fool
Don't you see I am the ghoul
Don't say I need a gold chain
Or a beat change
Imma maintain
Like a mountain
Untamed
Do say
That I write strange
That I'm deranged
Liking wrong dogs
With the right mange
Even with a mean dog
One can glean so much from fleas on coat
Given just a rusty cog
You know what truth some poets wrote?
School's an intellectual
Penitentiary
But I'll still unravel spool
And sew with glee
Writing big buck raps in the bathroom
Stalls
It appalls
Many
When they find out I get up so quickly from my falls
I till
And I sow
Got my whip
And lasso
Securing the bag, give me the gold
Breaking the caste, breaking the mold
Do what you're told, never do fold
Dichotomy, in the belly of philosophy
Always watch your back when you're honing luminosity
'Cause a lot of people harbor lots of animosity
I can see the world
Through the tip of my pen
If you put me in the box
I'm like a bull in a pen
I've been swimming with my hands tied
Searching for ken
And I've been asking all around
Where have you been?
Death, be not, proud
Why swell'st thou?
Imma make my momma proud
Afore you get the chance to wrap me in a shroud
Uncle, I have been chosen
On ken I'm a barnacle
On wisdom frozen
Momma, I have been brazen
Amidst those in coma
And those who are craven
Don't say I need a gold chain
Or a beat change
Imma maintain
Like a mountain
Untamed
Do say
That I write strange
That I'm deranged
Liking wrong dogs
With the right mange