a rewrite from several years ago
joemoore73
bigjoefromwaco
poetic phonetics
Lyrics
I am the tattoo (the touch up)
yo
go grab the paper and the pen
matter fact black
you can tape this my friend
where I’m about to take this may end
way after the manufacture’s provision
it’s like I’m pro fishing,
I’m proficient with the bait
debate if you wishing to create a rebuttal
I’ll keep it subtle but supple
like a couple that cuddles in rain puddles
my brains muscles juggles topics of various precarious objects
my frontal lobe
lobs logic like a prophet with God wired optics
seemingly extremely concocted
but I opted for the organic
so I planned it,
planted it
yo, you guessed it, on this planet
its incredibly inevitably fertile
like the substance of the circumference’s circle
well grounded,
well you can’t get around it
where you lost it, dude you know I found it,
founded by records in crates
mix tapes and 808's
yo you know it’s hectic
dude you can detect it in the skeptics critique
when they speak of my spectacular vernacular
poets bashing poetry is Honda hating Acura
I’m after the Master of the Ceremonies title
my verbiage is vital
tongue is unbridled
let the whole world know
Jesus is my idol!
I got the Bible literally written in my notes
spitten in my quotes for cats sitting in cloak and dagger
some call it swagger
no I’m not a bragger
but what you reading
I call it second nature breathing
I believe in the in-dept concept of empowerment
empowering men with the power meant to devour sin
after about an half hour in to the journal
I’ve touched the eternal
time purchased for the purpose of Godly service
so I serve this where cats in the earth is
feeling neglected, rejected and unprotected
kids expect it be iconoclastic
I get a little spastic like metal around magnets
my poetry is a dragnet for both derelicts and intellects alike
I might linger all night on the mic
or on the keyboard when I type about the Lord’s might
my swords plight is ink on paper
to be read later by a stranger in danger or my neighbor
my labor had been years in the making
beat breaking, writing and erasing
digital recordings and taping
stapling statements on my sleeve
I breathe and believe poetic phonetics
like lettuce you know exactly where my head is
where I’m headed, don’t get shredded
this ballad like salad only gets tossed if I let it
if you proceed to read then well say you read it
it goes without saying Mr Moore was the first who said it
sublime rhyme scheme embedded
essential potential becoming kinetic energy
I am the tattoo, you will remember me