Black Poetry : Finding Distance

[rhymebad]

Finding Distance

Dumb brothers it seem use some other means to try and
Be cool but I drop bait when I operate in river fishing, man
Still water run deep, thrill and slaughter freaks is my plan
See magnificent but be different so I disagree with style
Somtime pulling my pants up to enhance my luck with a pile
Of chicks, look try do a great writes so I take flight with vocab
Like Clint Eatwood a High Plains Drifter, my game differ in the lab
Rhyme brisk and large lyrics discharge like a gun its hype and fun
In collaborations I got obligations to rip shop in Hip Hop wearing
Flip flops, no criminal passion but in general fashion I’m caring
Life is a lame circus everybody has the same purpose be
All you can be then die, want affairs with pleasures and no fee
Wanna flow free this a tough game is like rough terrain bumpy
And funky to drive over survive as a soldier not as a monkey
Wear plenty ice and use any device to reach success it be
The devil at sea level trying to drown and down my pride G
Have to amuse briefly best to use chiefly rhymes to entertain
And be a winner of fame go to dinner with dames and my aim
Is to get some wet honey bun, from school graduated and that
Calibrated my nice life like scales can’t fail so I prevail phat

 

[baller]

ahhh...

but is he a "dumb brutha"
coz his style is unlike another
or is he just a "dumb brutha"
i mean
is he cool in his game
his rhyme scheme...are they lame
WHAT IS HIS AIM
does his river flow
in and around the curves he wanna go
and his words...are they for sho'
would you have his back
if he asks you to take up the slack
...show him where the real game's at
would you do it like that?

I MEAN...WOULD YOU BE THERE FOR A "DUMB BRUTHA"

 

[rhymebad]

naw not if he dumb whart good would it be?

 

[$$RICH$$]

yet well felt i hear ya

 

[rhymebad]

rich and baller thanksfor the critiques and props for real