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- Don’t Let me Know
- Don’t tell me I’m the shit,
- I know it.
- I really don’t need anyones help
- when it comes to stroking my own ego
- like the rappers in their songs claiming
- every woman within the next 47.3 miles
- wants to stroke their, you know.
- Don’t tell me I can string together verse or prose
- like Tupac and Maya Angelou,
- Langston Hughes and that
- fantastic fanatic of revolution, Mr. Fiasco.
- Oh no,
- don’t worry I already know.
- Don’t tell me I can touch the sky wherever I go
- like Kanye I can spread my wings high
- and kiss spears of lightning
- as they come thundering down, down
- to charge the earth below
- with my sky-high potential energy,
- potentially exploding in an kinetic outburst
- of outrageous electric excellence.
- I know.
- Don’t tell me I’m the shit
- when I haven’t even been ingested,
- digested and absorbed into the consciousness
- of the world, because my ego will swell on its own.
- So give me the hate and critique
- and help me grow
- let me earn the praise
- before its bestowed.
- Don’t let me know it, oh no.
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