The Last Man Standing
- The Portrait -
[Diss Michelle L]
by
Robby Richardson
Part:1
Paint The Picture
With one brush stroke and off goes this poet
This paper is my canvas...letting myself have at it...I’m going H.A.M. on it
You and me there is no comparison...where is it
Gunna have to learn you a lesson for messing...teasing and testing
A dead man walking committing poetic murder session
So let me write a saga to help sort out all the drama
Show a little class and try to leave out the mama’s
Call me a Polite Leader as I write her
Teach her a commandment don't piss off a writer
So god damn her...and god damn it
Hate for me is never underhanded...jealousy I can understand that
You take your shot and I just paint a picture
Jealousy and drama, you’re quite a mixture
I know you feel threatened, a moment consists of nine whole seconds
Because you can have your moment...HELL you can take all nine
My moments will be discussed for all mankind
Let’s Paint the Picture
Paint a Moment
This a saga about me...for me just to let you know I’m proud of me
Even when you think you're better...you're not
Even when you think your clever...you're not
I have faced my storms when thunder rolls
I have fallen through holes and tumbled down more
And even on those days when I felt like dirt
I'll still be better then all your worth
Now the paint grows thicker as I paint the picture
You lie so much I'm surprised you’re not a ghost...decomposition of the body so take notes
You barely qualify as part time
But oh you’re stressed can't even get to work by nine
My cards you wish to pull mine
Well, I pull yours right back with no lack in my entire stack
You claim to work 5 jobs...oh my but you want to compare your life to mine
What work...I say again WHAT WORK...errands aren’t work that's off time
I’m not even in halftime to leave you crossed eye in this ring of mine
When's my off time...worked 60 hours a week wanted to stop time
Made NO money...worked ONE job, took ONE class, how'd I survive my past
Did it for months and still standing here today, so forgive may
When I laugh at the “work” that takes up your whole day
The color grows richer as I paint the picture
Let’s Paint the Picture
Paint a Moment
Paint a Portrait
You call me a dumb ass while you sit on your fat ass
Bragging how every guy makes an advance...yah PASS
“Dat booty doh”, who you kiddin’
While wondering what girl your husband was diddlin’
All the while you lying about the girl that you’ve been hittin’
Marriage needs the last rites so whose the fool in paradise
Cheated so much whose the one paying the price
There’s something so poetic about the track you heading
And I’m the one that’s pathetic
Put ten toes in the dirt, oh that’s gotta hurt
Bury you on the front so your soul can't leave this Earth
Only one way to go and it's straight down
Dance on your grave you're not heaven bound
Smiling a lot knowing your body will rot
You might ask why but I ask why not
My beliefs are different due to my past
Real is real that's why I'm the last
The last of the crop you last to the top
You stopped and dropped while I set up shop
I've worn the black top made money from my laptop
Worked for what I got while dust settles your desk top
As I clap these hands of mine watching you decline
Congratulating the last horse crossing the finish line
FLICK
“Very good put the next canvas up...put the next one up!”
“There’s a good lad in the end it’s not what you have”
Chance Being what the dance being
No catch being moved from shepherd up to king
“And when they kicked you...so shall you kick too”
The Last Man Standing
Now let me introduce to you...
Part #2
Whose the dumbass me or you, how do you do the things you do
I hate repeating myself somebody tell her
My mind could put hers in the cellar
And I'm not here to toot my own horn (Toot, Toot)
Graduate student while you slobbed your ass through life since birth
Everything I have, I worked for it, I come in to work sick
While you can't even decide if you want to stay with the dick
And I ain't dissing gays I'm just saying you can't stick
Are you a supervisor, model, a pool technician
You’re no opposition in my competition
I've earned what I have and got what I need
While you struggle to stay afloat in life I mean
Why speak my mind when I can paint a portrait
The Mona Lisa of Revenge and make it a fan favorite
Pen a Mozart opera to your ultimate damnation
While your still chasing scraps like rabbits saying “what in tarnation”
I chased rabbits...white rabbits...hashtag winking face
While your loosing friends with your Foochi face
On top like missionary while your struggling with ABC Pictionary
Call me a mortician, a real grave digger pull back this chamber and squeeze this pen’s trigger
You dumb (BEEP) just go to sleep in this dirt heap call it a “ten toes down beauty sleep”
I got Gambit card's I’m talking straight full house
Got you sitting back saying…
“JOKER...you were supposed to take those out“
What a pity...with this bitchy biddy up a creak so shitty
Shovel in hand I hope this grave is suitable
I expect nothing from you but to die and be a cheap funeral
That few will go and few will know
Wondering where you’ll go...will there even be grass to grow
I see a petty bitch that got an itch like jock
With one phone call she could make my life stop
And with no heart the shit will start
That’s why this portrait has to be art
“I love it...life or death...revenge without grief”
“I love the motif...time outlasting”
The Last Man Standing
The End