Poetic Life (freestyle poem)

The lyrical poetic beast is back
My words get spiritual like Apostolics with the Holy Ghost
I'm goin to hell unless I'm in a Holy Church
Paddle to the gas
I'm runnin over curses I was birth in
I'mma nigga with pride I don't need no friends
I don't hurt at all
Unless death took one of my own
I'm success prone
Solo missions I can do it all alone
But when I reap from sweat I'll see
A bunch of fakes swearin that the down with me