Up in Smoke/ Poets fuckn SUCK: Dia Dos

Awake are the Crooks

Take a deep breathe,
Close eyelids so heavy
They stay shut

Create images
Surreal
Fo real

Deal,
Slang,
Thought .

Elevate the mind
Fuck the body
I got soul

Call the rest
A temple,
And worship

Minds.

Cuz mines
Is on a higher
Level

I be a rebel

Or Re BELL

Revolt n oppose
Ignorance

It aint bliss
It’s bitch

Stay lifted
And just hit

Fear not
Throw fists


Just one to the air
No violence


Be flu
And think sick

Throw the black
Hoodies on
And ski masks

Prepare to rob
Cuz we
mob

Deep

Deep is the mental,
Progress and be
Instrumental

Spit the rhyme
N make sense
Fuck cents

Like pennies
There will always be
Plenty

Full is the stomach
Of hip hop

When it used to be
Starving

Satisfied is weak
But hungry
Does what it takes

Unstoppable
As a collective
Think CONSCIOUS is dead,

I say naw
Dwells beneath
the streets

Listen closely
The progressive mob
Never sleeps

Jam of the night: Visionaries-if you cant say love