Middle Finger To The World

Venting during adversities....

Sometimes inner peace can be the hardest to attain,
espec'lly when this thing called life hits hardest on the brain,
right now I'm at the point of where I've rose too much to fall,
I flip my middle finger up and holler "f**k em all!"

Abandoned by the Judases I thought were down to ride,
but nowhere could these clowns be founded when my brother died,
for all I know they could've been the ones that lit him up,
but now I'm in a place where I no longer give a f**k.

There were some people who I hadn't heard or seen in years,
reach out to touch a n***a while consoling me through tears,
to them I offer thanks cause T.C.L. appreciates,
while so called "homies" didn't speak a word; their feces ate,

along with humble pie held by utensils undersized,
they'll never hear from me again; I bet they'll wonder why,
ol JD changed his number and they didn't get the news,
just sharing what I've viewed; a middle finger flick to you.

You then have p*****s causin beef but don't know what it's bout,
a n***a gots no heart but up and tries to run his mouth,
then calls out for the cops to help him when the evil comes,
so now he's gotta park across the street to see his son.

This puta just don't want it; f****t name of Gordon Shawn,
you wanna pop that s**t you b***h so now your world is gone,
I'm not afraid of cops; police or jail as evil dwells,
where goodness once resided; I'ma see your a*s in Hell.

Adversity's a diamond so I'm here to bring the pearls,
The Cunning Linguist flips his middle finger to the world,
while screaming out obsenities for all it's gotta be,
cause at the end of day my n****s; all I got is me.

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

I wrote this piece during a very tumultuous time while still dealing with my brother's death.