What i would call word play

 Loved, Then Refined

By Issachar Quismet 


I’ve been stacking words like bricks, building a fortress of thought, Reading between the lines before I even knew what I sought. Journals filled with echoes of a mind left unrestrained,

Now I see the architecture...I was sketching out my brain but I ain't no rapper, don’t get it twisted ...I’m just gifted.

Articulation, wordplay, vocab running deep. A language sculptor carving syllables in my sleep. Did it unconsciously, now I’m fully awake, realizing the power in every line that I make. I ain't no rapper, don’t get it twisted ...I’m just mystic.


Man...it’s a vibe, this rhythm great, every metaphor a mirror, every verse a hurricane. You feel like you fluent in expression long before you even knew the name. Now you step into yourpurpose, never looking at it the same. I ain't no rapper, don’t get it twisted. I’m just aligned.


Like the greatest general in a world of wars. Fighting battles with words, breaking down doors.I never chased a beat, never needed a rhyme. Yet words align in patterns, like they’re marching in time. Its funny how pain creates creativity...hey, I ain't no rapper, don’t get it twisted...I just let words shine.


If you’re reading this, know that you’re just like me, Creating your path, setting your mind free. No box, no label, no cage can contain...your voice, your spirit, you’ve got everything to gain, coast is clear mfethu.... bangene. ..hey dont forget...i ain’t no rapper, don’t get it twisted...we’re just free arent we ?...dont die in the street, dont blow it all tryna compete. Be honest with you and me. Peace. 


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