freestyle

i wish
i could reverse
this perverse
verse
but its out now
and it falls terse
a curse
upon him that spoke it
and those that heard it
this is stigma
words marked
by blood coursing
through the veins
of fallen angels
as i write this,
my hand is mangled,
my life's essence dangled
right here in front of me
for me to see
how perverted and low
man can be
is it the beast in me
or the human psyche
words flow from this
ugly hand like molasses
painful, slick and potent
filling all other MCs with ire
as they see me rip them to shreds
no matter if they have two heads
or one head with dreads,
no matter what kind of street cred,
i murder MCs with divine inspiration
give blood to a dying nation,
raise the hopes of generations past
and generations to come
with the words that i hum
slowly, deftly,
can u feel the rhythm.. ?