Writers pride Freestyle!

The Mind of a writer Is d sword fo fighter The feelings he never cry'D up Caus he knows heS Fighter

Its hard to fight up When dis games so tight up So he shoots to ride up Writing lots of write upS Fucking critics aside'Em! hes THE DOG n dis Society just tied'Em!,

politicians lied'Em! Hes judged dat he wouldn't bite'Em! FUCK THIS ALL SHIT cases he post R just piled behind'Em!!

so he puts his anger aside and raises his Head but time sets it Down caus sorrow puts a price on his Head! so heS hidden in his shed sleeping on the rock as his bed,

so his backbone is dead! heS paralyzed to fight fo his bread! heS just waiting fo Death! its like MILLIONS of tranquillizer just POKED on his HEAD!

ive been spitting micS overnight so ma brain is so dead! BUT I WOULDN'T DIE DIS WAY! Its hard But its never so Tough

He aimed his dream den he married his love The broken house was like never broken above He milled his own shit den everybody just bowed

I'M SO LOUD den dis FUCKING BLACK CLOUD! Hit u from every directionS ma spitZ Globing around!//