Robert spits an original poem called Dark/Son and explains the meaning. Get a free download of the hip hop song version of this poem at:

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Dark/Son

I’m writing cause I got to

Spitting cause I must

I use books and news

For ammunition when I bust

My automatic hogleg

Watching demons fall dead

Spitting Silver syllables

Like this is my calling

Southern Dragon Rob-1

thumbing through the scriptures

Writing psalms with the poison pen

painting pictures

Trying to relate what

I be seeing in my visions

My wings, invisible, help

Me rise from this prison

Ultramagnetic voice help

You rise with me

This beat pulls my spirit

Like the silver sea slipping

Underneath a full moon

In a cloudless sky I aint your

Average MC/ I’m an MCI

Master of Communicating

Interpretations/seeing through the

Veil/ speaking to my nation

I’m Trying to heal our wounds

I don’t need an ovation

I’m Trying to heal our wounds

I don’t need an ovation

It’s the Rob-1 blazing pen

Dark Son/bathing in

Melatonin oil secreted

by my Pineal gland moonmind

glowing influence rimes

flowing from my crown to my delta

stretching wings taking

to the sky helter skelter

fleeing from the Matrix

like a fugitive escaping runaway

mulatto with a bag full of papers

and a map in the stars

the only thing can hold

me is these 16 bars

Cause I’m a slave to the rhythm

A king among men

A pauper in the pocket

But a Prince on the Pen

A peon in the eyes of all the king’s men

But don’t tread on me

Or Freedom’s Fangs will extend

My verses descend like rain

From sad skies they soak into

The soil of my soul then lie

Buried in the darkness

Waiting for the dark/son shine

So I can spark this