TWO SHORT VERSES

[Concept]

LEAVE FEED ON BOTH

MESSAGE
Started all back in 1987/
mothers gift second son sent from heaven/
scrawny kid but never backed down when peeps was stepping/
born wit a shield held a mic for his weapon/
put his set on the map Chi-city stay reppin/
at the age of eleven, he wrote his first poem/
not raised out the structure of broken home/
but paralyzed by a loved ones opened dome/
his mind all in twist, still his rhymes all in bliss/
wish he could go back to the times we reminisce/
when it wasn't about who acted hard/
but who rapped hard, hit the stage unguard wit bars/
he was menace but not that feared to society/
when his pen hit, page filled wit anxiety/
war brings us closer ta the end it's a sign from he/
will this world ever be safe I guess in time will see

RHYME BOOK
Books of blood, crooks and thugs/
the start of a new beginnings how it looks ta us/
been a long time comin, had to make it perfect/
now its my time ta shine through the open curtain/
im swerving through a clear path/
of parallel structure through the paragraph/
prepare for wrath, get teared alas/
a verbalist that squares emcees like math/
visions that smash on a mission ta the past/
cold hearted clash, blast, sharp sworded slash/
stormy wind forecast, bloody war bath/
flame emcees grab the urn ta store ash/
cause nowadays I don't feel emcees/
only real emcees, that kill emcees