Bars, Lines, Stanzas

"Bars, Lines, Stanzas"

Bars, lines, stanzas, poetry, rap riddims/
Looking for the answers, trapped inside this prison 
I can't let it go, cause rap is my addiction/
I know I'm just a single flow, from going back to prison
Still I pen my poems like, I didn't friggin listen/
Cause it is what it is, and it isn't what it isn't 
Britain isn't great, but I love this Great Britain/
Raised out in country, but the place I rate is Brixton
The only place that loved me, when everybody didn't/
So I big em up in poetry, and respect is what I give em
These sixteen sentences, will always get written/
Whether it's court and prison, or deported from Britain
When me and God had a talk, he gave me this mission/
Told me these words are weapons, & to slay em with precision 
Showed me hell and heaven, told me make my decision/
And now twenty-four seven, I walk on lake like magician.

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