This is a song about "Rythem and poetry"

The youngest of my mother kids

With my militia poetry tactics

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

They say rap aint poetry

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

As well as this musical poetry, rap

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

My poetry all i've ever written her is held by ligaments

But if you look into poetry

And now that i’m getting money

Grab the scissors and saws and

And get caught, in the moment