Passions of Writing

This one boy thought School was cool never a fool but to write
Does excite him, even though a saint blind he paint minds bright
With tainted rhymes but he can’t find a job that would involve
His old fashion cold passion in writing, but still he wasn’t a slob
He would fight for attention, ignite a dimension that open doorknobs
Had a strong might like battle sites, saddle nights of study
Trying to succeed crying to read grammar even if it’s cruddy
Sometimes, wanted to be a proper author of books no smutty
Slang or nutty brains interfering, drink rum true seeing and come into being
A writer and a fighter with words tighter than herds of cattle fleeing
To grazing grounds, blazing nouns like English Teachers with distinguish
Features, bring this like preachers its a gift to wear bling brisk
This verbal party brought a body of thought so the rhymes he sling crisp
He wrote legit good lessons like Smith and Wesson done on guns
His prelude drastic seem to include acid stayed in a mood for funs
This bully wrote it, fully coated like chocolate peanuts his verses stun
With pencil and paper he stencil a vapor storm in the form of paragraph
Some of his writing was tough like spinach with a rough like finish half
The times, flip flames and grip brains like sound waves, towns crave
For his works, with his hood voice made a good choice to be renown and brave
He flow best but face protest like Mel Gibson its the passions of rap
Fashions strapped with ROCAWEAR on the block everywhere with dap