”Friday Freestyle...”

 



Yo...I got that, “In the moment”
meth-ed “off the dome” freestyle...
still equipped to spit ill will
that’ll hit bones’ depth home
n’ all just to make ‘em smile
I word whiff-ease as these lines
matter lather like foam
to the chrome after while

Watch the crowd
gather as they pile
n’ glare where
starry-eyed wonder
scrapes their minds bare

spare none as I spill my guile
ever cognizant of copious
cads coyly coppin’ inklets
of cathartic couplets covered
in rhyme, possibly becomin’
conversation fodder for a couple of
‘verse coppers’ claimin’ ownership
for what’s been explicitly expelled
from a gifted MIND