Just realized i havent written shit in a while.
The flows of my rhymes are just equivalent,
To that of a tidal wave, my concept's ambivalent,
I just let it take me through every line, every rhyme,
Something eventually strikes me every time, every try,
The pen hits the paper, written emotion is portrayed,
Sorrow is a blade, my anger goes off like a grenade,
Make those who step up fade, but that never happens,
Cause everyone's afraid and skill is what they're lackin',
They make me laugh, while I make them cry,
Equal trade offs, in a way, every time they try,
I'm done with this, I'm rusty but it's not an excuse,
I can face that I ain't the best, but losing I will refuse.