The Hip Hop King…
He’s just the chess piece, a pawn –
the Evil twisted sidekick of a fallen DeShaun.
Where’s the rook?
Well he’s got the crook walking.
Better rhymes he’s not chalking.
Broke necks in places and holes in other spaces,
sad thing is they were Christian cases.
No knights in place.
He camps in the outer realms.
Not wrapped too tight on the loose
and a remnant degenerate degraded
to itinerant devil twin candidate.
He should’ve remained in sane
near the Holy helm where GOD’s at work.
He’s all out there, just not at the Master’s church.
Life and his music, as in school,
is on repeat for him playing the fool,
attempting demonic cool.
He prefers abomination places of satan
where they line up for down low and bug infestations.
The wanna be HHK (high Holy king) better recognize
GOD sees past Evil’s disguise to the monster inside.
by Jerriè McGill
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