Poetry Corner: Outlaw

I was secluded in my faults like Malcolm fresh outta the Nation,

Not afraid to give you truth no matter how rare or raw.

All the knowledge you seek,

Drink up young one fresh libations,

The man on the wanted poster,

Yeah I’m the one you saw.

Enough just bring my shackles and chains,

Fuck your citations,

I’m never going to be obedient,

Always breaking your bullshit laws.