THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Pharaohs Army]

been told i have a problem with things-that-aren't-tangible.
like santa's home.
i knew-that'e-never-lived in the north pole.
and that my parents had told at least one lie,
Or More.
it's no wonder i woke up on christmas morning and found Old Coal
..in my stocking.
it was shocking.
mommy n daddy wondered why-i was sobbing.
they told me if i sinned that's what god brings.
i told them i have-to-go-potty n escaped out the window,
'til they caught me.
i said "get off me.
you shouldn't be pursuing me i thought you didn't want me."
they came Home|wiped my tears|n replaced the Coal with chocolate-Covered Coffee Beans.
it was all that they had to offer me.
but i liked the taste|shared them with(my)siblings and pretty soon i had them bouncing off the walls with me.
my parents tried calming me.
they said 'we 'ave to go to grandma's n you can't have any candy bars,
cuz you've already had chocolate. n based on yer behavior we think that you've had enough of it."
at the time i thought that was the dumbest shit.
but i knew grandma had super nintendo,
n i-would-do-any-thing-in-order-da-get-it.. and so would my siblings.

[Pharaohs Army]

..donno my own Mission.
hypocritically self-critical until i'm sickened.
medicine delivered,lacking empathy towards my liver.
tell me why you will never forgive 'er|all she wanted to do was love you.
continually spittin droppin shit like i'm Muzzle.
finger on the trigger of a bomb like i'm Muslim.
..intuitively literal too mechanic to be figurative 'r visceral.
..self-realization that "braggadocio"is a "bad Pinocchio".
my e-go had'n overdose and now it's comatose.
a lonely Rose placed on my grave by Those who originally opposed the sharing 'v my poems 'n prose.
the purpose 'v which was to inspire bendingby those who don't.
..a retired veteran who tried lamenting the murder he wrote.
trying da regain his sanity by destroying 'is earliest quotes,, 'n trying ta sustain his family by purchasing oats.
while en-lightened tricksters poke Holes in the merchant's boat
frothing the ocean withthe bursted hull.
no loss,the populace?-- didn't want the goods anymore they weren't good-any more.
and no one took the wreckage frm the shore|they jst left it there forever-more.
even the poor wanted no part of the manufactured lore..
the masochistic merchant indifferent that 'is manuscript was torn.

[Pharaohs Army]

I can't do this every morn.
Well
maybe I can because I've been doing this since I was born.
A medicine man he brought me fluid-- in a gourd.
He said "drink up.
I think you'll like this stuff."
It's a hip-hop drink. It will make your writing-not-suck."
I said "You better shut your mouth.
What kind of medicine man comes to my house?,
with a gourd of liquid espousing
that it can cure my hip-hop."
.."This-one!" he said. "Now hurry before I get caught.
Everyone in the industry must drink one."
.."This Sucks!"
.."Ya think,son?"
"Yes
i think-it-does."

It went on like that for hours.
I finally took a swig thinking I have nothing to lose,
but I Could-gain special powers.
.He left-i-let-it-set fer hours.
I even took a shower.
Put on my Eddie Bauer.
When I drank it-it tasted like water but several hours later
my mouth felt sour.
I thought maybe it's kicking in.
I better get a pen and see if I'd write sicker-than-I'd-been.
Sure-enuff the potion was effective.
I'd share it with you bt-it's Persa-nul.
"F"it. I quit writing went to the sofa with french fries and ketchup.
There was some Netflix I hadta catch up--
some regular episodes and a few specials.

I never saw the medicine man again.
At least I gave him a list of many-mainstream artises address.