Untitled Song

You can't tell me how to live my life

Cause ain't scared to slice you with it twice

Use the power of Christ with my knife

I've seen men in my life but I've realized

In right were all not freed, are paralyzed

Despised, sized to not be personalized

Penalized for difference yet we get our own prize

I have my ties you have yours,

in our times we don't do our chores

Of course unless people are against our sides

Then we provide stupid lies

Life is consistently changing

Then insistently rearranging

To help the other side and there facing

Instantly books are fading so knowledge

Is becoming outdated simply stated

Society is making any outdates faded

And upgrades upgraded

Everything is phases and downgraded

We have outgrown hard work

I'm proud but thrown like dirt

This is work from loud jerks

New grounds emerge then I smirk

I know what will happen I lurk

I know this is getting off subject, but I can subject

You to this subtext, I suggest you assume I know this context

Has a contract contracted can crunch contrast

I've passed the amount of c 's in this past line

So I can just cast mine, it's my daft rhymes,