Genius

 

Red Lipstick & Hip Hop

I think, that maybe,
You’re afraid of being exposed by the flashing lights…

I can hear the distress in your voice

As you yell at the crowds.

The real you is aching

To return to the poetic roots

Hidden under the boards of the Def Jam Poetry stage.

And listen, I’ll be the first to tell you I know it all falls down;

But each day it becomes harder to stand behind you when you’re contradicting The College Dropout

All of the lights must be so blinding;

Making it easier for you hide behind masks and;

The monsters under your bed have now become

Yeezy models.

Seasons 1.2.3…..

And even through the holes in your t-shirt; your fans still can’t feel you.

When Cole called you a false prophet;

It made me look back at your career;

I tried coming to your defense–

But the message was clear.

I admit…

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