SKILL

Can’t be asked I’m getting ill

Rainy days are not a thrill

Box of tissues brings big Issues….

Nose Is going runny still

But my rhymes are like a skill

Like the sword you know I’ll kill

Every beat I find so neat….

In a pack I put I will

Had my moments It was tough

But I rose back then was rough

Only thing I learnt from school….

Literature was fun enough

Writing rhymes on everything

What I witnessed had the ting

Angers patterned find It cool….

Like a diamond shiny ring

Found a skill I’m really good at

Way I look I’m not a hood rat

Can’t be stopping me you see

I’ll be dropping hits for free

When my rhymes are locked & ready

Weighs a tonne like rocks It’s heavy

Pen & pad I need you see

& I’m glad found God It’s free

Growing up we had It In us

Going back now was a must

Discipline what makes us different….

Yeah I know believe me trust

Repentance Is my secret code

Rather that than Viper Mode

He’s asleep & not of Interest….

Had to turn to different road

Doesn’t mean I’m different to you

We’re all humans In the same crew

God has given me a gift

Took It with my hands to lift

All the time I say my duas &

So you know It’s more than dozen

Remedy just took a shift

Was a mazza with a swift

Mental strength I had that always

& It helped along with paydays

Grateful always yeah It’s true

No degree or masters boo

But I’m clever look I’m writing

In a way you know I’m fighting

In my head with Viper too

But I’m winning with the two

Making beats I also do

Stayed off streets I had to boo

As a man I had to work….

For my fam you know It’s true

Rhyming Is my so called passion

Maybe more than my old fashion

Least I never was a jerk….

Cos I always had compassion

Can’t be asked I’m getting ill

Rainy days are not a thrill

Box of tissues brings big Issues….

Nose Is going runny still

But my rhymes are like a skill

Like the sword you know I’ll kill

Every beat I find so neat….

In a pack I put I will