I haven't really posted here in a while, so since I haven't, here's something I decided to write! I got distracted quite a bit while writing, but oh well. Enjoy!
Your rhymes ain't adjacent, it's mental constipation,
So why make a statement if shit's meant to cause a nation
To explode, you know flows can go wherever they want,
So it shows the truth goes whichever path its laid on,
My rhymes are Napalm, just a spark'll knock ya out,
I'm like an 8 Ball, you get me scuffed, I'll pocket out,
Underground rappers lack tact, it's fact, they only rhyme,
You wonder now if it really matters, cause most are whack,
And moan and grind, so I figured with all this, I'd write a bit different,
I'd trigger my subconscious into finding the big picture,
I decided to spend my time carving styles, and hone my voice,
Life provided me all my friends that sparked my light, it turned to choice,
Become a winner in their eyes or be a failure in mine,
We're all sinners in our lives, but we run for Savior in time,
Most rappers talk about spitting things that's very typical,
Me? I'd rather talk about wishing things that's barely mystical.
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