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Hold up not so fast


During daylight I seek, to find the light in the day Because it feels like to me, it's always dark anyway As I walk down the sidewalk, leaves fall off trees Landing so soft on the green grass underneath Then I think to myself,everything that leaf went through The hot days and colds nights it's hosting tree overgrew And I realize that I, and that leaf are kind of the same Just look how far we came,through every step of the way So I kneel and stare at it's beauty and...wait hold up hold up not so fast, Ya seriously thought I was gonna come out here and write some stupid shit like that?! I've been to hell alive I've been at the step of the place My rhymes are so hot I touched and melted hell's gates I didn't even try to escape I brace what this life makes Then the devil moved to the side afraid to get in my way I don't ever run away I even stretch my problems ahead I witnessed all of that hell and what's perplexing is I'm not dead Dare to get on my lane and believe that I will stop ya I'll drop ya,I'll charge the semi-automatic and pop ya If you turn into an issue my weapons won't let you continue I'll try the 9 and the 5 like I'm trying things on a menu I am unstoppable,insoluble,my lines stay remarkable Poets think it's probable to beat me?Ha, That's impossible Completely absurd,I'm not hurt by your words Power Poetry is the plate and I'm eating poets here for dessert Tell me what you know about real writers like this? Base most of the things we write on experiences we have lived You think talking about leaves or trees defines the real poetry concept? I've read other poems on this forum and it's called Describing an object Yeah I can write like the rest of ya like Shakespeare or Allen Poe My style is unorthodox but for now my style is Joe Give me a chance to show you some crazy poetic skills Erase both S's on that last word and that's how I do people's careers Now I'm gonna take the K(K as a letter K as a machine gun) and spray all of my fears I can describe my writing skills with what's left of that word and thats ILL My wordplay,similes,and break downs can be deceiving I had to explain the two sides of K for ya to get the meaning And if a writer has to insert parenthesis in the line Slow down it's fine you need to comprehend the rhyme And understand that what's mine is way ahead of your time Way ahead of your prime,a real complex design.
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I am a 17yr old music producer, lyrics writer/composer, and singer. Music is what I live for. I've been in band since 5th grade all the way up to my this senior year in high school. I am a musician overall. I am music.

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