Rhyming as I am climbing
Rhyming Rhyming as I am climbing
King of rhyme
Yes I am just in my prime
Just need some tips and need some time
Before I unleash my only crime
Crime of being the best one to rhyme
Away from history and ahead of Time
The way I rhyme isn\'t a shine
Its literally an whole cave of gold mine
Rhyme with my words
Rhyme in my mind
Time to rhyme something of my kind :
Once I was That little child
Who always hated his little mind
That mind was filled of all poetic treats
Which couldn\'t compete with the standard needs
I got kicked on my head
Got beaten bad
I was raised as the kid who always sad
Sad for not having that others had
But knew god created all different good and bad
Why i always the one who gets treated like that
My childhood trauma always questioned that
The tution teacher who beated me bad
The physical scoldings thats still in my head
I hated when she used to call me dead head
When I couldn\'t study what she was told and said
Because all these days she was mad at me
Since I knew from start that as a teacher she never cared at(about) my hobbies and my childness
I sometimes got hate for my kindness
Then comes the school part
Where embarassment became my daily art
Got my parents insulted by my bad handwriting
They never wanted to know whats behind that mad writing
Behind that writing is my pain and my creative mind which never involved those creatures of their dirty kind .