Part IV: It’s Over…..period!

You think I’m rhyming, but a Shaman is in front of you .
My words could heal, make sacrifices, fortune tell it too.
This is the last call.
Pack up like a Uhaul.
Grab a sack of rations , this is gonna be a trip, y’all.
Won’t see me in the streets screaming with a sandwich – board.
That reads “This Is The End”, That’s what this microphone is for.
It’s over!
I don’t want to have to tell you anymore .
I’m a give you all a reason, not to quit your day jobs for.
The game I play is solitary, yes I’m on my own.
The world is mine, therefore I rule it, yes, I’m on my thrown.
And like a leper , you can’t touch me, just leave me alone.
And when they hear me they be like “DaQuan what are you on?”
I’m on another book, and ya’ll on the first paragraph.
And y’all a joke cause every time I hear you I just laugh.
{Ha,Ha,Ha,Ha}
Yes, I’m cracking up, I think I’m going mad!
When I’m off my leash, I am a beast, and you will feel my wrath.




(Hook)
And when I take the stage it’s like I go delirious.
They looking at me like yo, is this [break] serious.
And then they shock to find they follow by the myriad.
But when I come through, It’s over…period!
And when I take the stage it’s like I go delirious.
They looking at me like yo, is this [break] serious.
And then they shock to find they follow by the myriad.
But when I come through, It’s over…period!

(Sonnet)
“Once upon a rhyme there lived a boy.
That never had a chance to play with his toys.
He used to daydream of interviews, and sets.
And stepping on stage, and golden statuettes, but
Every move he made something pulled him back, and
He became defensive, he felt so attacked, and
We will never know, why he chose the “Rap Game”.
But, since he’s come around, nothing has been the same….”

(Verse)
Follow me like “Moses” , and I’m on my way to “Midian”.
But instead of seas departing, it’s “The Game “ I’m splitting, son!
Yes, I got a big “staff”
Some of y’all a big laugh.
I can’t see from here because I’m higher then giraffes ass.
I’m talking mountain tops, way up in the stratosphere.
Sometimes I get lonely, but I kind a like the view up here.
Yeah, it’s kind a quiet, I’m inspired and I’m thinking clear.
While you busy stalling, and I’m switching to another gear.

(Hook)
And when I take the stage it’s like I go delirious.
They looking at me like yo, is this [break] serious.
And then they shock to find they follow by the myriad.
But when I come through, It’s over…period!
And when I take the stage it’s like I go delirious.
They looking at me like yo, is this [break] serious.
And then they shock to find they follow by the myriad.
But when I come through, It’s over…period!

(Sonnet continued)
“Then this one day, he became a man.
And got to tell his stories all across the land.
And everywhere he went they would know his name.
And, when he wrote a song he would heal the pain.
Now, every move he makes it brings him closer to…
Getting all his dreams, making them come true.
Everything he schemed it became to be.
Ask me how I know, because the boy is me.
It goes once upon a rhyme.”
Thank you!

-I am The Warrior Art Rebel