2010 Free Verse

I come hard with the rhymes

I run hard from the crimes

We stop weed heads from getting into the meds. The life of a hustler, the life of pretty little liar.

Black and white is what I see with my eyes

never cry my heart hasn't died, yet but I bet im so fresh with the new and the old from above I am known

did you know I was blown out of the zone not a peom but a freestyle of LOON-E-TOON Brooklynseeks I am the new and improved Ima lay down this toon in the evening of the moon like ROCK-A-FELLA soon.