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Competition Entry by rymesareforever (Guest)

Submit Date: 2006-05-15 18:16:43

Entry:

I pull out my pockets, man,
I'm close to being bankrupt, But I ain't foolish enough to do something to put me in handcuffs,
When these situations arise that's when I do, Deliberate and meditate upon what He do, Breeze through and surpass all those who object, To subjects that lift up God those punks can eject, You really think I care if you reject me, I come through smiling with more rymes and keep on climbing, To the tops of hip hop peaks melting frozen hearts to liquid, I’ve done this with no regrets since I was a kid,
I ran into a couple or more who wanted trouble for me, Shrug it off keep my focus on what’s truly Holy, Knowing there’s nothing I can justify on my own,
But a grace sufficient for me from power on His throne,
I'm married so I got to watch for the adulterous lady liar,
She comes looking lovely but at a second glance she's a vampire,
While I'm inspired and tired but moving on His strength, I praise God for these trials and keep my enemies at arm’s length, I don't fake with these sentences I make, No illusions when I write and recite and constantly take,
Steady observation on these cats and their lone cardtrick, I'm not mesmerized because behind their eyes are minds slick, Yet thick minds, Ignorant to the root of beats, Root of hip hop,
Root of life, And what's truly complete, So while I don’t compete for self or continue on with vain vocab, I bring thoughts well thought out over beats in the lab, I grab the mic and put it in the socket and start on, With a topic that never ceases to lift up the Holy God.