Entitled "Dichotomy"

1 foot in 1 foot out playing the worst game

Pablo gets a rush out of being a major player in this linguistically dope game

One entity

A part of two worlds

I wonder what it would be like if they collide

But for now boys and girls

Sit back and enjoy the ride

The paper is his Street

To which the pen Generously supplies

Long nights early mornings

Pablo stays up to write

The poetic Hitlist Keep him company by his side

He thinking about literary homicide

This man got murder on his mind

So please don’t ever test Pablo when the pen is in his hands

A scriptural crime scene he creates

As if the Bible was On his nightstand

Louisville slugger

When the ink quill is in his hand

Hitting it to the top deck

The cards to this game are definitely are definitely with this man

Crossing Poets up on this playing field

I just hope y’all don’t miss practice

You reach and I’ll teach twisting your verbal torso backwards

Hopefully when I retire my career will be the greatest

Got that writing mamba mentality

As if I played on the Lakers

But then again I may never retire

The literary Tom Brady a true goat

Won’t stop to my words turn into those blue notes

So for now this complex dichotomy lives within me

What will become of it?

You’ll just have to wait and see.