This ain't me

I know I may be a little late to the party, but, John Mayor's Cd rocks! Anywho, just dropping a kind of semi-sweet line...seeing what's up with ya'll, although I don't know how many of "ya'll" are left. Regardless, here's another joint I actually did once because I liked it, but wasn't sure if I felt it. On top of that, I didn't want people thinking I regarded mysel as God, which was not the intent of he poem. But then, I hope that would go without saying. (sigh) The life of a poet.

This Ain’t Me

This ain’t me
Could have sworn I’d be well on my way to millionaire status by the age of twenty- three
This ain’t me
I’m not in the space I thought I’d be
Government’s talkin’ ‘bout fighting a war on two fronts overseas
This ain’t me
This ain’t me
I’m a corporate clone
A 9- 5 drone
GetUpandGotoWorkandThenit’sBackHome
This ain’t me
Living in his Mom’s basement
It can’t be
The real Lee remains faceless
My intention
Is to fall asleep and wake up in my dimension
Where G’Dubya and his henchmen can’t affect my ascension
This ain’t me
This is not 2 double “O” 3
Must be mixed up in the matrix tryin’ to get free
Life’s a big bitch
I’m just tryin’ to flea
Bite her ass back until I find me
Kindly remove the cranial IV
You can’t undo the things my mind’s eye sees
I bleed H2O mixed in with nitroglycerin
If agitated it becomes an explosive concoction
This ain’t me
Unless I’m on stage rockin’
With my eyes closed tryin’ to change that I’m a prophet
Come on stop it
There’s no profit
Writer’s Block is my dam for all the flows that’s allotted
Eye Conscious
I stressed
Eyes haunted
Seen the ingredients for the Apocalypse, here are the contents:
Religious discourse
Causes confusion for wars
All because of when and how you pray to The Lord
Add one Bush, One Colon, One Dick
Osama Bin Laden on some Twin Towers shit
Who sane?
It ain’t Sadaam
Tryin’ to fuck him when North Korea’s got bombs
Subtract Homeland Security from all privacy rights
Divided by your social status in life
Race, religion, money, gender, and who you bone
Are all documented on your home and cell phones
This ain’t me
This is God
Not Lee
Indirect reflection of me
A carbon copy
Heed the scriptures, heed the warnings, heed the signs
Heed: The Most High returns
Prepare your hearts and your minds
I gave you signs and ya’ll did not listen
None of these signs involved Mel Gibson
Put ‘em on the news you did not pay attention
So now it’s high time for divine intervention
Babylon has come in the most wicked ways
Perverted my words and triggered the last days
All who follow my teachings shall not be afraid
Heaven soon come to destroy what’s man made
Fear not Bush because he is not God
Don’t listen to Sadaam
He is not God
None of you should fear this man- made war
Be more concerned with the Lord’s sword at your door
This is not me
And this not you
This was merely a test to see which path you’d choose
They each claim God but they all gon’ lose
I know all my children, do not be fooled
Cause none of them work for me
No
None of them work for Lee
No
And none of them work for you
No
So here’s what you’ve got to do:
Pray