just some shit I made up, trying to be creative and shit... check it out...

Look at this luck I’ve received,
who gives a fuck if I live,
see I’m a fucked fugitive,/
wanna know the reason?
Then pay attention, listen,
man I just escaped from prison/
and they’re wanting me back,
see if you're wack with the rap,
then yo you taking the wrap...

I got convicted for mine,
see when you fuck up in rhymes,
that’s like a lyrical crime... get sent to jail,
if u can’t upgrade your skill then u can’t make bail,
and yo what if you fail?, then u forever in jail/
this time it holds a life sentence,
with no parole, end of sentence,
there's nothing more, that's your chances...

Evidently, my lawyer didn’t defend me,
think his briefcase was all empty,
someone out there tried to frame me/
claiming I misused, abused,
the base of hip-hop’s use,
man I was wrongfully accused,
someone out there got the jury all confused...
with fake documents of something filthy,
though I rapped in-it and claimed me guilty...

They blew the case in my face,
the evidence of my defense was out of place,
without a trace, shit got erased…
shit it just happened some how,
so now they're clapping they're rounds
soon they'll have gotten me down,
and like a dog I'm gon' get dragged to the pound...
(to be continued)

Peace