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Freestyle
- I want to just turn the other way and run away from this all
- Never look back again becaue what happened in the past is catching up
- And from behind I see it clearly, I stumble and fall countless times
- Trying my best to keep my pace maken every call I can that's right
- Cause when I write my thoughts on a piece of paper it just hits different
- Like it matters most to thsoe who see it and read it in their thoughts
- To carry on the message on their shoulders like carrying the rest of the world on mine
- But these lines hit harder in the heart to try and peirce it
- With words that seem to appear from my mind and jot em down with a Pencil on a line
- It's a strange jigsaw these puzzles must align cuz the pieces are slowly coming together
- Ever since grade school I feel as though I'm an alien dropped on earth
- Ever since birth it's a hurtful feeling with a verse as my reason to disperse
- These words that come knocken down like boulders over head to smash me on my head
- Said I'd try harder but an enemy heard my testimony and tried to throw struggles my way
- Sure it made me feel misery I merely had a few moments of strength left but shit I kept pushing it
- To the edge over ledge against my own limitations that's dedication
- I'll build a better reputation on a stern foundation
- One where it won't rock fourth and back during earthquakes or fall into bits when I'm under attack
- Throw missiles my way ill hurl all my arsenal your way
- When the winds blow this structure will never fail strong and well built
- Not even the slightest tilt except these fools necks when I spit some sick shit
- Snap em like a tooth pick, no cutten slack my words will be immense
- Harcore there no going soft just playing it equally fair
- The stress of constantly failing wailed like a siren passing by but the more I drowned em out
- I began to shout until my voice was finally heard this is a talent that I must've captured
- My buttons constantly pressed until I rage quit and stormed out but it was skills that was suppressed
- And it hit me like a scary movie suspense and I seen a sequence of events that took place in different ways
- To the way I jot down my rhymes when i feel anxious staring back at the time hoping I have more to spare
- Staying home locked in my room working diligently from sunrise to sunset maken preps
- Trying my best to organize these rhymes in different orders to categories each syllabus that needs an adjustment
- Just make a hype ass track maken them as fly as they can be busting my ass I guarantee theres no one else like that
- But at times it's hard to birth an idea just to bust a song on a beat
- To most it's a game, to others it's a more than that it's a feeling of escape of this cold world
- A way to let out some steam when we're not strong enough to say those word in a sentence
- But in a rhythm when they rhyme on a beat to the snare of the track busting it so hard when we make a neat song
- Rapping to the flow of the music its like magic but it's not its just talent at its bestest
- This feeling that we share that we've felt it's amazing ain't it can't deny it It's the greatest
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