I mike what I like

I mike what I like I mike what I like I am not a lick-ass poet I give no blowjobs to politicians my tongue can’t be bought to dance in the rot of the king’s court I don’t even rap call me the unwrapper I unwrap the napkins of this baby nation to show you slime of the times I’m nobody’s official poet or puppet I mike what I like I dis what I dislike I carry the spirit of graffiti I obey no law of religious gravity the spoken word is my shepherd I shall not want shit however sweet the sound my song grows from the ground where marachera rose to write in the middle of scream where papa ramps has a dream of war where mumia rhymes against deathrow where we die because we don’t know how to walk the frank talk I mike what I like I sink the censorship I buy no skelm when I drop a poem never mind the head of state or the state of his head I soak in the word of the sage who asked why swim in the same soup warmed all over lefifi tladi I sample sounds of your soul for azania’s children to hear the troubled coughs of history’s echoes around us inside us in the stink of my ink when I sound check 1 2 3 I’m free WRITTEN BY: oa MAGOGODI All for the freedom of poets' speech!