So, me and the homie were fuckin around the other night spitting freestyles to each other via AIM 6. No doubt he dropped some dope ass shit. I guess I'm showing you this because it's almost not even a freestyle, it's kinda like me talking saying what I feel like haha. But then again that's like hip-hop...so, I don't know what I'm doing. Haha. Here's what I came up with:
I'm about to sleep but this feeling's straight creepin my chest, the best of whatever I got left seems like it left a long time ago. So I rhyme and go to the fine line and hold my spot in line waiting for my time to come. Will I shine? Or will my breath run out before I catch up, it's messed up how this sleep shit got me trppin; Four pillows on my bed but all sides of me is slippin. I run from it and try to run this shit but my legs give out and my soul gives in and my heart yells out, "Save me..." I need them, I lead them, believe him, the words we speak will leak into your pores and cause the jaws of life to bite down. This ain't rhyming no more, this is climbing the door and kickin' it down furiously, we curiously observe all around us thinking it's life but we need to start living like our mindset is right...'Cause beliefs only take you so far. There comes a point in time when you gotta leave your backyard, grief is so far, believe what you live for. Take action and don't speak, we packin' the pump heat, never lackin' the bum feed. We need to step up and change our inner being. I'm tired of seeing, cats wasting their potential like, "DUDE you ain't gotta rep central." Stop acting like your mom and dad never really loved you, if your dad didn't love you then he would of worn a rubber homie trust.
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