Birth of a Lyricist

Straight out of the womb
I was ready to rap
Bobbin my head to
Hip hop tunes
Before six months
Rest In Peace Tupac
I was brewing when
He got shot
By age two
I'd plot to mic drop
The way
True emcees would do
And not stop
These obstacles flopped
Cause here I am
Constantly improving
And if you disagree
You must be clueless
But that isn't my
Issue to solve
It's very obvious
My heart is involved
My art has evolved
So gracefully since my first drop
On Soundcloud
I was like nineteen
And that was more like dreams
To me
I wanted fame
But now changing the game
Would be more like
Winning the championship
Ring for me
Polishing my present
So my future gleams indeed

C-h-e
T-h-e
L-y-r
I-c
I-s-t
L-e-g
E-n-d
In the muthaf
Making making making

Don't send me to my tomb
I'm not ready to go
This is more like the beginning
All these lyrics written
But y'all need to hear me
Spit them
Beats are drugs to me
Like rhythm is my addiction
Was never able to kick it
To the curb
Can't ignore the passion
It is so much more than words
I feel this deep in my nerves
Without the music
I wouldn't even be here
On this earth
That is truly amazing
Patiently waiting
For my potential to
Take me places
I haven't yet been
I'll be crawling
Until I'm stepping
My moms birthed a lyricist
I hope she soon
Has that realization
And claps her hands
For such a great creation
A legend in the muthaf
Making making making