Freestyle

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Freestyle

[Its about time I write and its only been a while,
I've written anything so called guided style,
None of this I write is making me have a reason to lead on any further,
My reasons are simple so just read and let me be the author of my poetry,
No way in hell will I tell a story or sell a page to frontline and make clowns,
I will instead give you something to work on retry or at least hope and pray,
Throughout every poem or expression I've only spoken straight words logically,
Without a tear dropped explaining my basics through theology and ideology,
Even pointed out idealist and the finest so far alive from my philsophy,
Not to sell myself out,somehow I shall make something great of myself,
Be a name in all eyes,sell out a million places,and change freestyles-
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Freestyle

Go Hard or Go Home,Cry a tear or let blood drip from your face,
Only chumps go home empty and greats go home with pride,
This is some sort of words made in a plea and made to come inside ya head,
Short kicks and practice got me so good,respect me,or else objectify da said,
The mad and haters judged,now let them judge while I lead another level,
Disrigaurd without any real proof,no care in the world for sense,just speak,
Let your heart out and make a crowd cheer,stand up in the face of the dead,
Turn around and realize your at the top,preach to the young or stand stung-

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Another One

Walks my way up to the stage and hears a crowd cheer hopeing for someone,
Too bad they already cheer for one person and somehow I claim the won,
Claim a title over a whole city of people infront but they decide to let me stunt,
Stunt and write,notified with intelligence in my head,so many hormones,blow a girls head right off,this is my city where I shall stand or dispute and argue,
Regardless a beast awaits his next opponent till the last word or line,
Theirs never another line against me since I have dined with the best,
Dined With americas Finest.

As I rhyme I rhyme through a ladder of ways I can only think and climb,
Messin with these old school and new school to refuse beats,
Gets a message every second as if I am imed as a idol rhymed,
Speak clearly when you see me and speak as if you seen a ghost,
A ghost of a hollow tragedy host,this is your turn to be the host-