Freestyle: They Call Me The King

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from fire and ice a star was born

seventeen years of age, his soul's already warm

his eyes shining with the things he already knows

and every obstacle in his way a reason for him to grow

a performance in any venue fueled by passion and rage

camera crews condensing on the edge of his stage

i feel like the world is locked in a cage

each rhyme the key to adding another soul to my page

my "book of rhymes" so to speak, though through the passage of time

the rhyme book becomes a macbook; we attack books like its crime

I add a hook to these words its a brain rap thats just fine

and you can criticize me for my

sporadic thoughts in my mind

but i

know what I'm doing so don't mess with my flow

im way past go like monopoly two hundred dollar metaphors so 

don't compare me to anything, im like nothing you've seen

a poetic soul forever, a ruthless King from the Seam