My Flow

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    Not really a poem, more like a rap... just trying new things .....

    My Flow

    I tried it the nice way before.. Letting my words fall to the floor. . . My voice isn't heard anymore unless Im screamin, man I hate that I have to fight these demons. Every breath is a battle, every move a mistake Damn how much more of this shit can i take... People around try to offend me, when this shit all ending. I try to stand tall, My backs against the wall, I'm standing here screamin FUCK EM ALL. You aint shit but a blip on my screen i'm making that green flying high on dem trees you wish you could be me, my haters my fuel my words are my tool in this rhyme you can't touch, you'll only look like a fool, this beat is the baddest, my pockets the fattest, u wish u could flow like this, but you cant touch me, my mouth is the gun my words are the bullets, slicing you up chopping you down IM THE BADDEST BITCH AROUND, Keep fucking with me and I'll shut you down, Don't believe me try, guarantee u nobody buys it, Your lyrics are whack, here's a five go get you some crack, take ur ass outta my site, Im done with you, we know who won this fight!

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    MootPoint commented on My Flow

    05-28-2013

    I see the frustration, but to be honest this turns me off.

    carynontherhine commented on My Flow

    01-10-2011

    Seems as though someone is taking major advantage of you and your ending line is what makes the whole write that you are don and we now who won this fight. Its a shame life is this way and I hate it. I loved this write. Hugz

    angelchaser commented on My Flow

    12-18-2010

    this is good, it's different. I liked it. Nice write about not taking crap from people.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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