In this poem, DayQuan Williams a.k.a D.Will uses metaphors and complex thoughts to catch the listeners attention and somewhat philosophize to them.
Picture this
She met this guy and she told him we gonna make it
She wanted to set it off but wasn't with the playing
She wasn't willing to play mind games like the matrix
So jada kiss(ed) Mr smith
And made jaden
My mind put A maze before in
So my thoughts are always complicated but amazing
Like
What if the saved opposed their savior?
What if there was a pawn shop where tony hawk(ed) his skateboard?
What if people didn't switch sides like vader ?
I think we'd be better off if there was no gnat in nature
No pests to pest the me, no bugs to bug the bunny
No u in ugly
See that brings glee
No cross for what you stand on
That brings the fee (t)
Because your pastor is the one who needs new feets
As I sit at the pew, the highest is reached
Dark thoughts, but the man wants my skin bleached
He wants the existence of my stepping stones to cease
So there's no h on my collar rope, you know my leash
So sorry mr. landlord, I won't be late on my lease
I promise to be the perfect nigga, very punctual
Submissive, respectful and organized like a lunchable
Black skin, black thoughts that remain structural
But you won't exploit my athleticism at the function though
Calling me an exceptional nigga
You ain't decaprio
I ain't fighting for my life on the side of your patio
Are you nuts? You must be pistachio
Not sure if my mind or feet move quicker, but ehh, you know, it's really hard
To catch me though
People that speak like this normally are assassinated
But I'm tony, big balls and I won't be castrated
Seems like the only intellects get fascinated
But back to the line about me being assassinated
Cause um... You know these boys dead
Any time you speak like Detroit red
I'm very forgetful, man I forgot My Locker Kode
My Locker Kode?
That was an acronym for MLK
You didn't understand, but that's ok
Cause I got evil thoughts like the Stewie mutant
Black fist activist like Huey Newton
Only here for one thing, brains I'm a zombie
And I, don't do peace but rip to Ghandi
What if Rosa never parked
Her rear on the chair
And all that bull shit didn't start?
What emit till didn't bark? (or whistle)
But we all know that's not the fucking issue
We wouldn't have seen him beat to the gristle
What if Shaquille o kneeled on the ground
To racist people in college that said get down?
Because, his skin was darker than Chris brown
What if tom cruised his car off a cliff
Into a brad pit full of Brittany spears
Would that be a fatality, would anybody care?
Aren't my thoughts so Taylor swift?
I'm gone
Black fist lance my Arm so strong
That was me actually putting the maze between a and in
Complex thoughts so amazing...
My Complex Thoughts was written by D. WIll.