Brave: Raps/Freestyles/Rock/Punk/Love Songs.

Messed Up Freestyle

Verse 1: I'm telling you guys, I can't free style. If I did then I wouldn't be wild, Not great or good, or even mild, my shit be sounding like it's been written by a child, words heavy and light on understanding like a sea-saw, thoughts flowing seeming to go out for three miles. Running out things to use to inspire, when everything and everyone be lairs. I mean I can't just start and quit and said I retired, pick myself up and rehire, take the haters out: Trail by fire, no need to hide like undercover cops with wires, pull out my file, your in denial, change my phone number, go ahead and redial.

Verse 2: I remember when I was a disciple, everything I was told was delightful, found them very vital till I opened my eyes on our society, now it's just frightful. Watching corrupted souls fight for a title, that means nothing in my opinion, just rivals. I studied hard and became mindful, yet I feel like I missing something important like a spinal. should I go with out it in my arrival? will I fall like people before me in there final, what is my goal? to recreate my own bible? rule over with my ideal's, am I even skillful? feels like I'm redoing my nightmare and continuing the cycle, is this even rightful? 

Verse 3: Everyone listened and joined hand to hand, woman and man don't forget the ambitious children who ran from my utopia and built there tribal, grabbed hands in bare arms ready for modern war with rifles, It's time to start the survival, How did I change so quickly? I must go back to my primal, is it to late? is there only suicidal? My only regret was trying to change our world when WE All are not ready, can't keep steady, it's to deadly, mankind is broken, unfriendly, Unhand me! I haven't lost it, Not crazy, Please believe me and give me my free wish and end me. .