O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!
You know that we are lost when babies are addicted to drugs when they are born.
Since fat crayons, I write and display chaos. My plan is damage.
Rhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints, students influenced are now a nuisance.
Where the poison wind blows a deadly plague spreading negativity, viciously unto every city.
Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet, I send out the scribe, now the vibes gigantic.
Letting off ammunition in every direction, Allah is my only protection. But wait a minute, Saddam Hussein prays the same.
How can you write if you can't cry?
Our ignorance of history causes us to slander our own times.
My Life Is Merged And My Spirit Has Merged With Somebody Else.
Empathy lies at the heart of Gatsby, like so many other great novels-the biggest sin is to be blind to others problems and pains. Not seeing them means denying their existence.