Poetic talk

Through rhymes that inspire divine crimes never seen before gods beef now we war no more. See poetry is a weapon Through the mind money makes sense even in the thoughtless of the dense as thug life is past pretense.

Time after time greed breeds Gz within the smallest cities with ease Through an never ending echo over time to turn silent from the once violent vetoed only some become.

Through pen on paper few are true with the gift foregone like hash vapor pipe dreams it all seems ten years strong the pen years are long gone with a pen package at hand am I wrong as the delusion has no solution.

Demons I battle I never made it rapping but with poetry I made it happen. Ignorant on the screen I mean hailed I'm told since I hold a top one hundred rank others should just fold because they f*****g stank.

Through thoughts repeat three peat again I remember when you wouldn't give me the time of day now you can't get enough of what I say Through poetic wordplay.

From a life of crime to the life of organized rhymes a fucked up life yup so corrupt with no other poetic voice to interrupt living this life by my choice rather be choice less than voiceless.

F*****g broke like crimes through rhymes those laws I choke ain't no joke what they see is no illusion nor the confusion just surviving wishing to be thee thriving.