```Poetic Rasta```
Present
I'M NOT A POET
(Rescript)
On the road of Satisfaction trying to satisfy my heart with this Art
I am but a writing machine trying to stick my heart to this Art
I was not the poet nor the poem neither will I be loved to be called Poetry
I was only trying to make autographs out of a self-made artistry
So don't call me a poet
Forming syllables to form words, words that sound better on tongues, tongues that leave tongues speaking a new tongue,
Lyrical lines on rhythmical rhymes, a mine of mine from goldmine land mine, sky rhymes that got the landlines calling each line lines of a beautiful song
That's not poetry, it's my artistry
So, Don't ,
Don't call me,
Please don't call me,
Don't call me a poet...
If poets are the people responsible for the love illustrated writings that lure hearts into opening for misuse and abuse at the hands of emotion,
Then don't call me a poet
If they are responsible for causing the art of war between hearts, minds, bodies souls who turned inks into a warfare lotion
Then don't call me a poet
Don't call me a Poet
When I bring you the emotion world by telling you what I feel inside by displaying it on paper for you to read, maybe its true,
Maybe not, like who says the sky is blue,do you believe or you were told its blue?
Don't call me a poet,
Please don't call me a poet
I'm not a Poet when I still fumble with emotions at the palm of my hands,I fail to justify whether I'm stupid singly in love of madly in love
I am not a Poet If my pen cannot wound time to the satisfaction of humanity with my writings and my flows a shower of blessings to mortals from above
Call me no Poet
If I belong to the neck down generation that sees misdoings in my society then take a selffie, upload and update false status then state it as the state that states the state I am, then I'm not a poet
Call me not a Poet
If I can't write about the badroot of the grassroot of my count tree; Dare you call me a poet
Maybe these words are true, the truthful lies in poetic flows
Maybe they're just heavens in hell, the holy lights with erotic glows
I'm a threat to society with laziness of the highest order
Only finding words to feed the society so that She can call me greatness of the greatest order
Please Do not call me a poet
I'm just a man fighting my own demons with some ink hormones
Doing it to Rise Above Satan and move out of the Resident Evil zones
So We beg of you!
Please! Please! Please!
Don't! Don't!
We repeat, don't call us a Poet
Ras Godisoh™
(Kisumu,Kenya)🇰🇪
Featuring
Ayomide d'great
(Kogi,Nigeria)🇳🇬
