FANCY TALK

FANCY TALK

Is what you call it; nah bruh

Just words to paper that’s all

To you incomprehensible meaning not understood

6 syllable words; I spit to ya even though from da hood

It just proves to the masses against you; that just wouldn’t quit

What I thought to be farce until I saw it for myself; about you being illiterate

Meaning showing or marked by a lack of familiarity with language and literature

You’re not dumb; not by far

Sharp as knife you are

Proven by your quick wit

With past bullshit…you just won’t quit

the opportunities you had I wasn’t afforded that’s for sure

so I matured and began to open up my own doors

However just like you; I went through the same torment and despair

The same bullshit; made me not want to care….

So my mind grew louder, not my mouth; with words of linguistic form

In monosyllable, morpheme; a collocation of idioms, and phrases with locution

filled archaism type coinage; because of my colloquialism of euphemisms

just loaned words with modernism and not just neologisms

is all I’ve every tried to share;

but you’d rather get angry and twisted than learn these words; nah you won’t dare

that’s cool though; on your level I also can get

So phuk the dumb shit; I’ve called it quits

Long before; that’s why I choose to ignore

All the past issues you at me you try to spit

rockin loud but not sayin shit

about common knowledge; you just frontin

the boy now a man; needin to be respected 4sho

otherwise motherfucker; get ta steppin out tha door

where you’ll meet in the street

in the name of God on those you verbally beat

while stomping on them with your feet

You say you’re not bitter anymore

You’re saved and cured…..

And you’ve learned that you can only control yourself

a lesson short lived that day; harsh word were dealt

And if mom wants to stay in a verbally abusive relationship, that’s her business

You’re right; encountering the same from you; verbal abusiveness

From the one who tried to protect her; you say your real; true dat

Real consistent at screamin cussin, fussin and bustin in fact

Without tack, you attack; standing in da face is where you stand no matter the cost

To be a man you demand respect; while in the land of the lost.

No disrespect is meant; keeping it simple my intent

No fancy talk, just words I spew;

So if ya got bent behind these words I sent

I wouldn’t trip; not off your form to which you stay true

if you were say to me Phuk You!