RMC

Preacher man fell a teacher
life is that whiz went a quiz
that taught what life is reach her
in my mind I find liquid kids.

A child mild taught shocked
that the fact of that spat
out of the mouth is a rock,
where is the man on the spot at?

Here clear fear is my spear
that will reach your perfect ear.
I don’t play I am this way
by a man taught perfect is near.

Pride amast laughs wrought
in a school of deep thought
I spit on things in spite I wasn’t right;
I know how I was taught.

Pops gone is a long time
and since then my rhymes caught
the bitter indispensable twitter
of a pen in sin on the spot.

I need to be me and seen
is the teachings no I’m not preaching,
just giving props to those
of whom I loved their teaching.

My love crafted in deep adoration,
a mutation normal is not defined.
Except here for her maybe my ear
can clearly find rhyme.