This is a song about "Poetry soul"

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

With the beat as he spills like his poetry is spoken,

On poetry of rap i breath bright to exhale the feel sleight

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Poetry he writes,to recite on the free flight

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Which i planted to grow and freely provide justice through poetry,

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

I call this poetry supposedly emotionally

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see