veteran at best

they stole the scripts where my spit emerged,
changed my ideas to belittle my words
little by little, and i let it occur.
they got dues that they don't even deserve.
stole from a genius of words. lyrically mathematical.
adding their input to my formulas grammatical.
changed the radical into a checkmark to wreck art,
to disrespect art. they needed me to get the head start.
i jumped it off, i got it going, poppin in the spot.
they still neglect to give me all the proper props.
their topic globbed with my mental imagery.
thinking it's hot because they simply mirror me.
where would i be if i got my cut or portion?
in an ambulance or on islands resortin'
to writing for the pure satisfaction to serve
all suckaz without appreciation of words.