UNTITLED FREESTYLE (#1)

With the pen

I’m in my element

It’s evident I’m eloquent

Express my sentiments

With vehemence

The most eminent

Professor Emeritus

In the antique

Collections

Of my residence

There’re royal emblems

And elephant tusks

Spits venom

In my sentences

To leave enemies

Crushed

Into bits of sediment

Dust

My retina shines

With resonance

Rappers

I’ll eat ten of ‘em

For breakfast and lunch

Rap

As an artform

And its presence, is such

That its influence

Is wide

And prevalent

It continues to

Be propagated

Through multiplied

Descendants

And sporadic, improvised

Developments

Enjoyed by

The old and young

But the very slums

From where it comes

Has steadily become

Gentrified

The hood is being

Detoxed

By the foreigners

No longer see the youth

Beatboxing on the corner

Which is what

They used to do

Even before rap

Was conceived of

As a genre

When hip hop

Was introduced

It gave the hood

A boost

And just like that it grew

Now it’s controlled

By men in suits

Feeding off it

Reaping profit

And it doesn’t take

A detective or a sleuth

To figure out the truth

That rap has lost

Connection

With its roots