Freed-style
Put it down on the paper read the screen, it’s like paralysis; Frozen to each word, numbed up from the callouses. Look at how foul this is so bad I can’t smell straight; And my sight is realizing my past I can’t erase. So, I might as well take what I got, go and create; A future that’s worth living cuz death is certain ,I can’t escape. Oh wait, maybe there’s a plan, a man the great I AM; Ram sacrificed my last breath lies in the palm of his hands. I’m in this to commit, humble first my pride and wit; Yahweh let them know I do this cuz you commanded it. Holy Spirit calling, look to the sky the fire falls. Turning hearts back to the LORD, it’s truth and how he rolls. Giving up control, like the remote to my wife; Remote to my life, but not played out like black and white. Chess match? I doubt that, no making clocks or playing pawns; Dynamic is my future my relationship with God. So if you wanna sit around and yawn, go and find a pew; If not let the Word convict you, get off your what and do. Move in the Spirit, refuel and refuse to fail; Prison cell or whatever, I’ll lose my head to tell this tale. Figurative or literal, worn out from giving minimal; The words I read are black and red, paint it up like a Seminole. Spiritual, with each step I see more of the unseen; Doing things that you may know that He is King of Kings.
You’re very talented and I wouldn’t be surprised to hear something you write some night on tv winning a grammy. (Please don’t take that as an honest attempt at verse) You might wanna approach a label.
Not as tight as the last one, could tell it was straight off the dome though. Wish I could hear it spit on a mic, would be a lot better that way I’m sure!
Wow. That was great! Awesome rap. God’s given you some amazing talent. Keep using it. =D