Hi, my name is Luq
And this is my first time being here though I...
Don't really need to be here 'cause...
I been sober for about twenty-two minutes now
It's just that...
I've been too busy getting...
High off haikus, inhales lit off of alliteration
I'll just puff, puff, pass that personification
Roll up blunts full of running rhymes
Euphoria from anaphora has me hooked off every line
Three hundred CCs of metaphors and similes
I need a needle injection of sound and repetition
And suddenly, methamphetamine turns into onomatopeia
Crack cocaine turns into carpe diem
I'm on couch cushion, haven't moved yet
Having a gasp shortnеss of breath
Because hеroin happened to turn into heroic couplets
This ecstasy readily exits me to another dimension
Where there are poets on stage
Prepping personal pieces of pure dopeness
Every line they spit turns into pure opium
That, "I got bakin' soda! I got bakin' sodium bicarbonate."
And every word I'm able to relate to
Helps me elevate to a level almost hippie-like
Psychedelic flows got me feeling groovy and dyno-mite
Might just grab mic
And demonstrate how I'm constructing narcotics with ingredients
Like subject, verb, agreements
I...
I guess I'm Heisenberg with these words
Jimmy and Jesse be chillin' in RV and
Sometimes, we even talk about getting treatment
And this is Louder Than a Bomb, innit?
No, this is Poets Anonymous
And I'll just start by saying hi, my name is Luq and I'm a poetry addict
And though this is my first session, I've...
Created slight obsession with this...
Mental medicine that mends minds, these...
Pieces that piece together broken hearts, this...
Intangible antidote
I think I'm startin' to itch because I need a fix
So I'll just hit up that guy on the curb of 83rd and King Dr.
And ask, "May I purchase a dimebag of literature that evokes meaning through rhythm and aesthetic? Please?"
Nah! You know what? You can keep it!
I don't need it!
Because I can quit any time I want
I mean, it's not like I'm an addict or anything
It's not like I'm an addict or anything
It's not like I'm...
I'm...
Where's my notebook?
I can't... I can't find my notebook!
I... I need to find my notebook!
I gotta have just like I know you gotta have it
And I know you gotta have it
And I know...
Ayo, what size is that notebook, hommi? Huh?
Look like my size, yeah, what's that?
Five subject? sniffles A hundred-eighty pages? Wide rule...?
Yeah... you know, maybe I'm in the right place after all
Hi, my name is Luq and just like you, I need to be here
And this is my first time being here though I...
Don't really need to be here 'cause...
I been sober for about twenty-two minutes now
It's just that...
I've been too busy getting...
High off haikus, inhales lit off of alliteration
I'll just puff, puff, pass that personification
Roll up blunts full of running rhymes
Euphoria from anaphora has me hooked off every line
Three hundred CCs of metaphors and similes
I need a needle injection of sound and repetition
And suddenly, methamphetamine turns into onomatopeia
Crack cocaine turns into carpe diem
I'm on couch cushion, haven't moved yet
Having a gasp shortnеss of breath
Because hеroin happened to turn into heroic couplets
This ecstasy readily exits me to another dimension
Where there are poets on stage
Prepping personal pieces of pure dopeness
Every line they spit turns into pure opium
That, "I got bakin' soda! I got bakin' sodium bicarbonate."
And every word I'm able to relate to
Helps me elevate to a level almost hippie-like
Psychedelic flows got me feeling groovy and dyno-mite
Might just grab mic
And demonstrate how I'm constructing narcotics with ingredients
Like subject, verb, agreements
I...
I guess I'm Heisenberg with these words
Jimmy and Jesse be chillin' in RV and
Sometimes, we even talk about getting treatment
And this is Louder Than a Bomb, innit?
No, this is Poets Anonymous
And I'll just start by saying hi, my name is Luq and I'm a poetry addict
And though this is my first session, I've...
Created slight obsession with this...
Mental medicine that mends minds, these...
Pieces that piece together broken hearts, this...
Intangible antidote
I think I'm startin' to itch because I need a fix
So I'll just hit up that guy on the curb of 83rd and King Dr.
And ask, "May I purchase a dimebag of literature that evokes meaning through rhythm and aesthetic? Please?"
Nah! You know what? You can keep it!
I don't need it!
Because I can quit any time I want
I mean, it's not like I'm an addict or anything
It's not like I'm an addict or anything
It's not like I'm...
I'm...
Where's my notebook?
I can't... I can't find my notebook!
I... I need to find my notebook!
I gotta have just like I know you gotta have it
And I know you gotta have it
And I know...
Ayo, what size is that notebook, hommi? Huh?
Look like my size, yeah, what's that?
Five subject? sniffles A hundred-eighty pages? Wide rule...?
Yeah... you know, maybe I'm in the right place after all
Hi, my name is Luq and just like you, I need to be here
( Luq Muhammad )
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