Black Poetry : My style is corrupt and rhymes pile up so I have wild Luck trying to separate verbs that devastate n

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    My style is corrupt and rhymes pile up so I have wild
    Luck trying to separate verbs that devastate nerd while
    Trying to make sense, mistakes convinced me that this
    Stuff is rough and not easy to do. a sleazy crew twist
    Their wrist trying to handle this. But in the end words blend
    Satisfactorily, look I sport in lexs and support sex when
    I have time to grab the wine and sip with my lips and then
    It’s drunken love that be dumping in the club by the DJ’S
    Must see ways to escape the hate and this make me stays
    Alert with stats clear in this atmosphere could be a rap
    Gone wrong all night long have to fight my own desire trapped
    In the world of HIPHOP with my lips lock can’t make a fuss
    Nerves wrecked and healing because I was affected by feeling
    Protected my dealings hard to keep a secret now many stealing
    My style, so here I am in the rain and mess brain in stress trying
    To attain success by getting my game bless stuff dying not flying
    I ain’t lying, replying to nonsense and crying to rinse my path
    With tears right now my math appears unequal taking a bath
    In stupidity and can’t dry off the humidity, for real the wrath
    Of HIP HOP has taken its toll but I’m making my goal a good
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