Greatest Poet of 20th Century?

And one morning while in the woods I stumbled

suddenly upon the thing,
Stumbled upon it in a grassy clearing guarded by scaly
oaks and elms
And the sooty details of the scene rose, thrusting
themselves between the world and me....

There was a design of white bones slumbering forgottenly
upon a cushion of ashes.
There was a charred stump of a sapling pointing a blunt
finger accusingly at the sky.
There were torn tree limbs, tiny veins of burnt leaves, and
a scorched coil of greasy hemp;

A vacant shoe, an empty tie, a ripped shirt, a lonely hat,
and a pair of trousers stiff with black blood.
And upon the trampled grass were buttons, dead matches,
butt-ends of cigars and cigarettes, peanut shells, a
drained gin-flask, and a whore's lipstick;

Scattered traces of tar, restless arrays of feathers, and the
lingering smell of gasoline.
And through the morning air the sun poured yellow
surprise into the eye sockets of the stony skull.... Richard Wright

I heard muthafuckers sayin’ they made Hov…
Made Hov say ‘OK, so, make another Hov’…
Niggas wasn’t playin’ they day role
So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo

I shoulda been did it, but I been in a daze though
I put friends over business end of the day though
But when friends…business interest is day-glo
Ain’t nuffin left to say though, I guess we forgot what we came for

Shoulda stayed in food and beverage, too much flossin’
Too much Sam Rothstein, I ain’t a bitch but I gotta divorce them

Hov had to get the shallow shit up off him
And I ain’t even want to be famous
Niggas is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes
And I don’t even know how I came to this

Except that fame is the worst drug known to man
It’s stronger than heroin, when you can look in the mirror like ‘there I am”
And still not see what you become
I know I’m guilty of it too, but not like them ... Sean Carter