C.K. Nothing more gangster then pink mate. That reminds me of the Legend Of The Term Paper. Have you heard the story? A teacher asks her classroom of 40 or so students to define the word Courage. One student writes about standing up to a bully; getting beat down and getting back up again. Another student writes about a lioness; Her feminine strength inside the pack. But one student hands her a paper with just the word "Courage" on it. Courage indented at the top left corner of a loose leaf paper in Times New Roman font size 12. The teacher is appalled by this students audacity: Stamps A in a furious manner. He defines courage. Thats kinda what I think about while reading your verses; they are sonnets of sap. Difficult to trudge through, but once you do, wow - you are so fucking drenched in torment it's not funny. Man of color, A peacock of flamboyant behavior. If you are Black; this would be a tremendous testament, a compelling comparison to the struggle felt today in society. As it stands - I see pink and I am in the mood for vanilla ice cream. You are in a lane all your own. Color brought out your something. Then there is Witty... Angry Irishmen Aintcha? Flow was stellar - crisp but predictable. Effortless read; A real live wire of limericks. Instances of brilliance scattered here and there through out. Mostly touch and go with nothing really heavy to ponder except the closer. Your lyrics have angst to them. Runaway schemes. Overall - only one winner. Difficult decision really. Witty was sharp and breezy Cereal Kill was sickening. I've learned to appreciate the nature of the beast.
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