Freestyle Poets

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Comment by Solo on February 22, 2010 at 8:31pm

The poetic king from dreams patiently dictatin
On God for my blessings I’m waitin
Searching for my light I’m not stressin
Erasin curses from my life let’em keep on hatin
Trend setta go getta when I see that perfect girl I’m gon go get her
No rules freestyle poet I can consistently do it better
And my mind is never fried cold day or summer weather
I’m just someone better but pay respect to those who pay it back
Offense machine I’m set to the attack
I;m so relaxed waitin on my time to get back
And when I get back bet I’m gon give back
And If never get it my soul is still real

Comment by Tha Best Poet on February 10, 2010 at 1:02pm

sup solo

Comment by Solo on February 7, 2010 at 3:20am

13 years of imperfection complications struggles that made me a grownman
Now I’m a grownman and the wind still blows me wrong directions
The battle of misperception
Maybe I should just ask everybody to be my friend
But they would still knock me even then
I committed not a sin in life against them
Guess we all confused and unless we follow Christ we all gon lose
If I had the funds from the hood I’d move
And only come back when I had some funds to give back
My life ain’t funny
But sad cold facts that’ll make you think dang
Did dude really go though all that
Yes

Comment by MARIO DA MILLIONAIRE on February 7, 2010 at 1:40am

Even if im in the wrong direction, thoughts open for disection, praying for my day of reckon, no body wants to own up to there mistakes, everybody constantly neglectin, im no better than anyone, so no one is under me, a child takes blame, but a real man takes responsibility! Losing is not an option, soo i go hard to maintain and im on some other sh*t like the aire" in my name!!! (im gettin warmer)

Comment by Solo on February 7, 2010 at 1:35am

I feel like diein tonight feel like ridin tonight
Above the earth my mind in sky space
Ready to take my destiny without hest
Wish it could be without hate
But for some reason they in my scheduled dates
It’s getting late is my lunch ate?
Is my fate fake?
Grace didn’t save my sister grace
Hope it protects me until I meet the thoughts I see today
Faulty be the parts that claim they apart me
Evil emotions I don’t gotta see
Devotion loyalty I barely know my brother Lee
But the line before the last two was for the friends who won’t say they my enemy
From a sin seed to rough weeds
I’m claustrophobic to this global world that limits me
My compassion sinkin deep I’m leakin inspiration my motivation seen devastation
I’m crashin with question procrastinatin wonderin if going the right direction

Comment by Jesus+Angeline I Love You Babe! on February 7, 2010 at 1:27am

see no good but i feel all evil.
cause it creeps through my skin.
its like god doesnt care an its not a sin
but if i fight this feeling i know ima win.
from the ghetto but i made it through 13 yrs
drinking most of 12 yrs away with budlight beer
smoking weed as if my parents arent there
knowing most kids have better life my age isnt fair
whatever though i got skills most ppl dont
and i have a boy most girls wont
why bother to live when there aint no air to breathe
why use your eyes when there isnt no light to see
aight peace

Comment by Solo on February 7, 2010 at 1:02am

I ain’t see no rust you killed it 4real Mario you too Blacklight, I been waitin for that 4real, and I see you queen bee, but you know I’m the poet, lol

They all wanna serve me
But I’m still waitin to be beat
My poetry takin leaps I’m solid no fiction or leaks
Analyze the life I write my mind like a kite to life
That’s super high
Your mind is my peddlestol from being bored
I’m sailin out the hood without sellin outta goods without sellin out I’m hood
I could drown your ass like a fuckin katina flood
Comin up from the mud rest in peace to my nigga Pud
Who flow so tight without a beat tone guitar stings like smooth cream
I made poetry it ain’t make me
And I’m killin it
Until it don’t breath

Comment by MARIO DA MILLIONAIRE on February 7, 2010 at 12:56am

I've lost alot, so i dont knw anything about greed, i exhaust myself with my words, to the point that my ears bleed, im a sinister poet, with no point of view, but all my pieces are different elements, with extreme notations and a great deal of truth, see i can lie to the eye, but not to the heart, so as a dying point,i have to remain a legend and always do my part. My role is to spit it from the soul and never turn fake, and if i die with a pen, it will be too much like fate.

Comment by MARIO DA MILLIONAIRE on February 6, 2010 at 8:21pm

Well it has been a minute, but i think i still knw how to do this Freestyle thing... No pen can do wat mine does, we can go line for line or spit off the top of the head until i beat you soo bad, you swear on ya ancestors grave, your computer froze up, and its a hunger, no better yet a passion, the million spit flames for lines and my tongue is bolt actioned.. this is not new to me, ive been writing since i was eight, and alot people see me at open mics and say... it was definitely worth the wait, time is of the essence, so i wont rush my blessings, but these words are MINE to the death and even after i stop breathing they will still be present.. like looking into the eyes of my unborn seed, i gt breathe in to the bearers mouth, so that my seed can breathe, poetry is my child and ill do whatever to see it succeed, im proud of my unborn child and i knw its Dam Proud of Me!! (lil rusty, lot better to come)

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