Out With a Bang - Theory Hazit, Sharlok Poems

Lock it, load it

Cock it, hold it

Rock it, roll it

Got 'chu, moving

As soon as my pen hits the pad

I think about Cincinnati and Baghdad

I think about things that drive a brother mad

I think about this day might be my last

So I write about things that’s gon' last

And that excludes iced out chains, cars, and cash

I’m talking 'bout that real love, peace that passes

All understanding now I’m free at last

'Cause these storms don’t last always, yeah

The sun’s gonna shine all day, yeah

You gotta be still and have faith, yeah

And if you feeling me then say «yeah»

I don’t believe in the big boom science of man theory

This planet I’m rocking on, God made it

Ya’ll hear me clearly?

Feel me, press on and bang hard with fury

Through the darkness shine brighter than Liberace’s jewelry

Tied the knot then hung the jury

Be jerking like a pinata

I’m a man of God, rhyme writer, lover and fighter

Struck a match and set fire to those that gassed up

On smoke from your bottom, you been screwed your pants up

Never take the back seat, I ride up front

In touch with my feminine side but I ain’t no punk

Who want what?

Step up and speak your mind

I slap box your third eye 'til your dream go bye

Capital I am serious, way far from joking

Like words spoken by Dr. King before they smoked him

Wide open and broken, not prideful but certain

Been through hell for heaven, I gotta be chosen

My city don’t show love when a local native blows up

Spit hot bars, you still get the cold shoulder

I’m like «so what?»

The flow meaning to show nuff

This little light of mine I will shine so supernova

Put on my face paint so I can clown these devils

And get away with it on a Robert Downy level

Out with a bang like crips and bloods we Vietnam

Pearl Harbor, Hitler, Sadam, the National Guard

Man none’ll pose a threat, I wanna clash with the gods

Most claim supreme but they actually fraud

I seen hell, it ain’t hard to get there homie

The walls are made of flesh and it’s hot and lonely

I try to keep a clean heart and be street smart

And free retards from the beef we start

Spiritual CPR, the streets get dark

And so the soul resuscitation embarks