These Artists & Poets[a gangster rap for Ryan Shultz]

I've got friends that are crazy artist types
that don't wipe and stay up all night
And I write, cuz I'm a genius poet
but I talk in a way that you wouldn't know it

Ryan Shultz might win the Pulitzer Prize
for painting the reality from out of his eyes
My boy Tom
creates visual psalms
that make even God jealous
but he's a crazy recluse isolator whose over-zealous

These painters and sculptors, potters alike
with their insatiable brushes and million shades of white
are prophets on canvas, an atlas of knowledge
in their pictures on parchment, whom possess brilliant collages

But their ain't nothing heavier in weight than the nib of my pen
when I pull out my 70 caliber quill, I'm not about to pretendto write-

"Chorus"
I've got ink, like a razor light, lightin' up the night
too quick to make a scene
poems that tell where've been
these artists and poets, collectors of memory
are prophets from God
enablers of creativity

-I write 16th Century verse
and I don't gotta curse
and I write so well
that I'm putting women under my spell

My romantic antics will push you away
with clerical lyrics that avoid and devoid contemptuous frays
And my girl Kris
with her super-soft lips
keeps the Art Institute of Chicago at her fingertips
with phenomenal works of the mind, ahead of her time
gifts to fine canvas
people will be lookin' after her work far longer than the Atlantis

Creatin' a debate of conviviality
So lucid it's like an alternative reality
she's always leavin' art students paintin' emphatically

And fish tank sculptures
that attract the fish like vulturous piranhas
but leave malicious fishermen in a state of nirvana
Plus, it's like she's got the diversity of Roger's Park
and it's her favorite thing to have people remark, the parts
of their favorite paintings
while she's busy contemplating a fresh new piece
and cuz she's so prolific it'll be done by this week

Yet I've just recently engaged in a display of presumptuous truth
an energetic informational array of writing for curious youths
I'm standin' at a podium, an auditorium of life
my words are serrated with intelligence and cut like a knife

there will never be a completion of art
and my prolific written word will tear history apart
so I'll keep on writin' with this pen of my mouth
until the genius of my persona is spread all around