Random Chatroom Freestyle (cut and paste from chat)
you know what they be sayin bout when one door closes/hearin God in burning bushes modern fuckin moses/I stay awake like people chosen an shun the ones who's posin/If it don't concern ya don't go stick your nose inice cold it leaves ya frozen when my wind begins to blow/I've battled hypothermia, I've traveled miles of snow/Dark and dreary strange and erie Edgar Allen Poe/If I loose my mind I always find it in my flow
Stick to what you know and I'll keep lippin off/I could get a little spicy like some Mexicali sauce/Lotta dudes be actin hard know full well that they're soft/But they still proceed to call themselves a boss...
The point is always lost in the drama where it rests/Life's a book with many pages study for the test/You could be a bum or the worst of earths scum...or you could be the best....Protect my mind and seek divine but mostly I'm just stressed
One door closes...another barely opens/I'll kick it down if it stands in the way of the things for which I'm hopin/When smokas see me round my town they ask me where the dope is/With smiles and hugs thats faker than the pope is
I keep my goals stay focused in the face of misery/Devoured up by locusts and remaining in captivity/Some things go beyond all wrong and lose all sensibility/Born in humble circumstance like modern day Nativity/
Strength and resiliance creates urban forms of brilliance/Diamonds hidden in stones of brown uncovered thru resiliance/While some of us are slaves to paper, some are holdin billions/Raisin up glass ceilings seeking trillions
Crush the poor a little more its just czars and serfs/Put a shabby price on human life deciding what you're worth/A rapist or a wall street banker...not sure which is worse/with the lies they've told and rights that they've reversed...
the miles that I've traversed..are sure to be followed by many more/Unless death settles the score and slams the current door/Which wouldn't be surprising with the shit that I've endured/I'm just sayin...when it rains it fuckin pours
Eat the apple, toss the core, and live another day/Try to stay with third eye open, meditate and pray/Paint a world where silver clouds are barely lined with grey/Articulating change in strange and lovely things to say
Like a child is meant to play, my rhyme was meant to flow/To roll and kneed and rise like molded dough/To get high as birds in skies they fly in; then dip way down low/To the very core which is often ignored til it suddenly explodes!
Ignite the flame and watch it burn to the ground/Once was lost and never found/Smoke a quarter pound and joke around with lyrical clowns/But everybody knows I'll go ten rounds
If your nose is always brown, you probably snitch real easy/So my advice to you is back the fuck up when you see me/Here's the way to spot a narc...its actually quite easy/They wear old clothes but press them really neatly....
So there's a fuckin freebie for you greedy street kings/Get ya hustle on, nevermind the bird that sings/Game's like sport, and life's too short to dwell on petty things/Do whats right and plant insite and reap the love it brings....
Shake off a bitch that clings cus eventually its constrictin/Its hard to talk when you know the ears thats near ya isn't listenin/I'm keeping up resistance with ideas that are conflictin/Through vibes and rhymes I paint what I'm depictin.....
HOLLA
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