sittin' here at work ..

yo.. its my freestyle that keeps me creative
I'm so careful about what I say..
Cause I hate to let ideas go to waste
But yo everytime I reach that foreign place
I make the earth shake...
I come back and take my humble place...
And I'm payed with friction
Confliction.... I'm sick
Precise yo.....I never miss
With my word diction
Truth hurts I'm medicine for its addiction....
World wide I comfort the soul
Release the mind
And speak to the voice on the inside...
The foundation of emceeing
Poetically degreeing while re-creating
And re-releasing the invention
Of a dope sentance...
spittin'.... I'm six sensing
Convicting those guilty...
Of believing I shouldn't be in a better position
In life...
I love writes....
And fence my pen against strife..