Freestyle

I care `bout you fam,
besides all the glam and fame,
lyrical production is indulgence,
resonating thru ages,
without stakes and wages,
money ledgers, bank mergers, sex urges,
it plunges deafness from ears,
smears anger and scare,
it`s deeper than a lover`s stare,
we do and dare making lyrical prayers
for the weak and the strong,
as a prophet predicted,
you can`t kill freedom of words,
most of the time we survive,
trying to make ends meet,
but the meat of the essence
makes its presence known
forever our words stay clever,
working at it every day,
if I may say, a man cometh from clay,
words come from a soul
sitting quietly like a mole,
waiting for the right time,
what was sublime and subtle is now loud and utter....
There`s fire burning inside of me,
hell is loose for my muse,
this is the truth
the bruises I get with violence met,
let it be known unbeknownst to many,
with prayers and palms glued together,
what matters the most  to my heart is the closest...
like prophet Moses,
I pick the crosses with feelings frozen,
with prose or verses the sun rises,
I am the nicest with many,
but at times I'm scary
In an open prairie I'm a lion
who sees clearly its prey,
lay your weapons down,
the fight is futile,
my reaction is brutal,
crusty as a crouton unexpected to your teeth,
I'm inevitable like a sneeze,
soft like morning breeze,
I wow you gf with ease.....