The Inspiration: Meek Mill [Poem]
rhyming on the clock,
it’s been a real light week, but still I’m
grinding till I run me up a Mill like Meek
Put that work in everyday, and
never chill lightly
life’s like your own movie
& you the real Spike Lee
they tried [to]
size you for a charge you had since age 19
& say them chances,
you “just blew it”
like some teal Nike’s
& them people in your circle,
you must choose wisely
'cause sometimes, keeping it too real
ah get you killed, high key
my first time dream chasing,
I was listening to Flamerz
you was spitting fire
but thank God
the booth wasn’t in danger
from freestyling ‘gainst Cassidy
the battles, they were major
to
“Why’s he yelling in his music?”
they confused your tone with anger
with favor
I had picked you put
on my rappers’ Mt. Rushmore
I was hooked on Flamerz
but I liked Flamerz 3
much more
Mr. Philadelphia,
truly should’ve been discussed more
but
then you dropped consistency
w/the DC series,
plus four
2012,
played basketball,
w/you all in my playlist
& then you dropped a wonder hit
with
“Hold up wait a minute”
DC2, was pressure, that
Tyson Intro was major business
“Getting money like illuminati”
like you practice satanism
the pages in
your discography (to me) is savored
I’m well into my 20’s
but been hip since a teenager
you always told a n*gga
“go hard youngin, get this paper”
& preached that if I couldn’t
wife a chick,
I shouldn’t save her
& if I choose to save her
I would put the bag in danger,
free game, just keep it player
or
face the consequences later
your next album taught me
I’ll have Wins & get dealt Losses,
but always learn from losses
& you'll hang with bosses often
& always to move cautious,
keep that drip on you like faucets,
& never be the loudest in the room
but heed responses
fight the good fight
no matter the hand you get
& when you’ve proved authentic
you then make the Championship
& never size nobody's set
no matter what camp you with
‘cause you’ll be all alone
should everyone
abandon ship.
Chaser.