Rhyms

I move mountains with my sound and my conscience/
have the echoes of my voice disintegrate nonsense/
cause friction on the haters' launches/
haunting their heads like the aftermath of a ghetto war/
battles leave you mentally sore/
even physically cuz the shockwaves penetrate the virtual space between us/
the screen won't save you/
my verbals take you/
into an alleyway/
rough you up/
you wake up in a fable imaginatino/
-ZHERO MBP