Yo *i* find that people overlook,
me and *try* to take me down wit a song wit no hook,
when they cant make a tight rhyme if they knew how *to* cook,
and couldent *see* a tight rhyme if they read a poetry book,
so i bust tight verses with *curses* to make them believe,
that *within* tight rhymes like this noobies cant conceve,
and some cant seem to see past the *skin*,
*because* some people are shallow like that but inside were all men,
and *in* reality were all the same within,
and *a* person spits the same ink throught the same pen,
weather its *good* or bad,
and a *person* is happy or sad,
*theres* alwase good lyrics to be had,
and *alwase* a good person to see,
and if *sadness* is your curse then i wish you were me.

aaight tell me what yall think.......the key to this rhyme is to look at the words in *** < those so go from top to bottom just reading the words in those things aaaight.......

Peayce

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