Poems
freestyle (duchess)
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Henry Edet, a Nigerian creative writer, dabbles in the dark arts of crime fiction, hip hop and rap. He believes the power of the pen far outweighs that of the sword.
October 19, 20261 min read11 views
Sumthin feels dodgy, in da back of a Challenger
Searchin for purpose, life turn me to a scavenger
Holy Grail, true love, 'tis a small world, real big lies
Went mad when I found potatoes inside my meat pie
I stand on business, rock a suit and a neat tie
Silk stockings fetish, wear 'em knee high
Niggas cuttin corners to get to da cheese
You ask 'em da secret, they say God did
Four weeks, now the pain's dulled, backaches
Like I still don't know how I got these
Swipe past a hater like a wack comment
Birds drop from da sky like a bad omen
Ptyalin, I really been spittin for days
Staten Island, been writin bars for days
8-ball, rack 'em, yunno I want stacks for days
Tryna hustle me and get scarce for days
And that's on period, uh, da flow so sick
Nigga outta pads for days
I been in my pad for days
What's today's date, really lost track of days
She want a date, she want us be more than friends
Tryna get the commas, tryna get out da ends
Diggin all my life, lost some teeth and nails
When we connive, we don't kiss and tell
When we go live, we don't diss and yell
They say, be a man, but I'm also human
The cross so heavy, even Jesus fell
Uh, I got baddies hatin on me
Real talk, niggas really bettin on me
Gotta get it quick, mama waitin on me
One foot at a time, lotta weight on me
Poke a bear, or go kick a pup, but
Don't wake the demon up
Always on my lonely, need no teamin' up
We throwin bands, you do the throwin up
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
We been underdogs for long
From now on, we just wanna live it up
#rap #freestyle #acappella
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Henry EdetHenry Edet, a Nigerian creative writer, dabbles in the dark arts of crime fiction, hip hop and rap. He believes the power of the pen far outweighs that of the sword.
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