Black Poetry : Test of Time

[rhymebad]

Test of Time

I’m all art and it plays like a small harp it can all fall
Apart without practice, so I study just to answer the call
these drops harden like a rock garden Hip Hop is starting
to grow a lot and my flow is hot try rip shop and pardon
rhyme prisioners and blind listeners let Christopher darden
Be my calm lawyer even Tom Sawyer knows my adventure plot
As a contestant participates in competition get great recognition
When I win a prize, when fail to win it’s stale wind of friction
In my mouth, I’m a sore loser it’s follows my family’s tradition
Write renown quotes to townfolks plus hang around boats at
The Beach, sweaty and slim stay ready to swim with hopes fat
Of winning the Olympics in Beijing hit balls and broke bats
Wanna own a home and a hot yacht lit cigarettes I smoke that
My grandparents are natives of Africa that brings creative laughter
About soul food it made me bold and rude high blood pressure after
A few plates my true fate was to get sick it cause my wig to heat
Now stay away from pig feet and the salt caught me in a unique
Way not wealthy wanna be healthy so pork is not the way to go
Softening the offerings made in church yet afraid to search for god
It touch bazaar odds in my subconscious mind just too much like Todd
Bridges seen magnificent folks with DIFFERENT STROKES on Cape Cod

 

[$$RICH$$]

ya way of twist alwayz have me on edge ...awesome drop

 

[watzinaname]

To have rhymes that stand the test of time, now that's really saying something rhymebad.