Hi everybody
I'm briansuperbrian
Uh, I feel like the last poet
Sowing seeds so the art can grow back
Just look and see how
My arteries pump
From my heart down to the dirt via
Both of my knees
Uh, I feel like the last poet
Sowing seeds so the art can grow back
Just look and see how
My arteries pump
From my heart down to the dirt via
Both of my knees
I feed the trees
The soil
The Earth
I'm cursed
I'm crass
I'm gross
I make it work
I'm like the last poet
My collection of notebooks is and גדול it's growing
But the contents are nothing compared to what goes on in the chamber
Where the pistons pound in my skull
I remember
I recall the past shitty things that I did, but
Voy palante, that's onward and upward
Forever
Not oy vey
I play, have you heard of me?
I'm briansuperbrian
The rockstar of poetry
The homegrown phenom of
Line breaks, break beats, prose
Written fertility
Ability shows, yet I lay low as I can
With such curly hair and a big nose
I've known such grief and fortune
I roam the Earth
I don't pose and
I talk slow and
I'm lacking
So I hone and I practice
I fracture time signatures and prop them up with brackets
And brace
3 Tongues in my face and still counting
The pressure's amounting
I'm alone and not frowning
I'll throw you a verbal preserver because
You're drowning in the not-good-enough rappers
I smile at the bad news, though
It always gets better
I grin ear to ear in the middle of the fire
Because it only gets wetter from here
I see your eyes locked in contact with mine
As my larynx cocks back and my mouth shapes the letters
I smith vocal bullets
Kiln like a gullet
Words spark and static
I worship rappers
I'm an addict
I'm absurd
I'm lusting
I'm seeming
I'm busting
I'm beeming
I'm trusting
I'm gleaming
I luster
I shine
You bluster
You whine
They muster
You find nothing can replace me
And my words
And my aura
And my love
And that hurts
Uh, I feel like the last poet
Sowing seeds so the art can grow back
Just look and see how
My arteries pump
From my heart down to the dirt via
Both of my knees
Uh, I feel like the last poet
Sowing seeds so the art can grow back
Just look and see how
My arteries pump
From my heart down to the dirt via
Both of my knees
Uh, I feel like the last poet
Sowing seeds so the art can grow back
Just look and see how
My arteries pump
From my heart down to the dirt via
Both of my knees
Uh, I feel like the last poet
Sowing seeds so the art can grow back
Just look and see how
My arteries pump
From my heart down to the dirt via
Both of my knees