You might want to sit down for this one
No time soon will i be done
Cuz this poem is never ending
When im finish charges will be pending
Cuz i plan to murder this one
All ready sounding ill but i only wrote four lines , i have just begun
Ima show you my skills
When you finish readin you'll get chills
Make ya head spin as if your popping pills
Cuz when i spit
I injur you bit by bit
Doctors will pronuce you dead saying sorry you didnt make it
Lets face it, when it comes to writing im a beast
And these words is what i feast
And lyrical madness is released
I feel like a king on top of the game
My look at what i have became
My rhymes is what makes the world spin
And all of this comes from within
People know when im gone... they ask where you been?
When you gonnna get at it again?
Remember the name...and naw this aint just for the fame
Just want people to know about what i wrote
Been doing this since i was three years old
And through writing my story has been told
I write for everyone, give em something to releate to
A story true... i see things through dey view
Im not done this poem yet, its not ending
To another poet im sending
So if you up to it keep it going
Let it stay flowing
Cuz its neva ending