Mudd In A Poem

Spent much on this subject as deja-vu
I write only for me but usually
starts with you
You who Nay say
and you who scoff
You who suck up
and you who do not
You who thin out
and you who stay
but anyway...
it doesn't matter what I say
except...
Some gone like it at the start of the day
As the day wear's on hate it some
But this ain't the time for me to run
I anticipate it
What...!
Because upon your malice I
do feed
"Feed me Ce-mo"
Quicksilver can dodge lightening
Buck up to any storm
You won't find no mud in this poem

As much as you might sling it
I will go rough it
until I can run it back and it starts to sound
like my mama's covenant
Sometimes it ain't about the content
but how you sell it
As sure as I have to face
the heaven's above
what I'm about to represent ain't gone be mud
I ain't gotta cuss when I say it
Ain't no reason to shrink
May start with someone playin me deaf
but it's doesn't matter what I think

It counts how I represent
those who show me real love
I gotta look in the mirror
and need to like what I'm in touch with
It's about the creator who created me
If I don't say nuthin else it's important
for him to believe
I am aware
Knowing where I should be
In the end it's not only what's vital for myself
but in every decision it effects somebody else
So trust, I've thought long and hard
about what people might prefer
and all about this
Will do anything to keep from
calling it ish

You have to align yourself with those
who have the nerve to be warm
With some turning up their noses
Even if it ain't popular
to stand by what ain't the norm
or don't sound hip enough next to the truth
but it's for those who walk away
and something want let them forget
the ravings
Leave them saying, "Face Ba baye" !
and that ain't mud...
Those points are just plain beautiful
That way it becomes fruitless
to have a show of proof
You don't have to resort to kickin' no attitudes
So here I am...take me
I come here un-armed
and you won't find no mud from me...
in this here poem