A Poet

                   I'm a poet, I spit flame like a hot pistol.. Painting vivid pictures, so that I can reach.. Teach you, capture your mental with every word..  Keep you soaring free, wing spands of a bird.. I'm a poet on the grind, like a hustla slangin rocks.. Alert like he for the cops, stashing ready in his socks.. I'm a poet, I stand strong on my square...Taking note and writing, of what I see out there.. In the world we rome, our own little playground.. Head high to the sky, feet firmly on the ground.. Paper like cotton, a pen of gold.. No matter what the situation, this pen I hold.. Because I'm a poet, this pen is my sword..  Paper my shield, shine my gift from the lord.. To all of you, I show no shame.. A  poet by birth, LeKing's the name.. With my paper and pen, I aim to ease your mind.. Calm your nerves, make you smile, open your eyes.. A God given gift, and I'm proud to show it.. K...I...N...G, and I'm a poet..