The war raged on...

Arrows tossed higher.

The chief was gone..

Destroyed by the fire.

It spread like a disease,

Soon burning many trees.

Warriors, all lost now

Wondering how to keep goin’

Losing the battle—

Not sure where to turn,

Like a herd of lost cattle,

As they watched their village burn.

Then, lightning struck the ground~

Another leader arrived from the sky

With fiery bright eyes.

She led the tribe to victory!

They raised their weapons,

Shouting togeth’r, givin’ their battle cry.

The other side panicked,

Surrendered and ran away.

Not wanting to face the one..

Leader who’d come from Solei.

The folks sang & cheered...

They danced, for they had won!

#LaVictoire.

#FreeStyleRapChallenge

mercredi, 4 septembre, 2019.

Is it the end of the world as we know it?

We're scared for our lives but don't show it.

Climate change, things getting strange

from the Wicked West here to the Beast of the East

Russia, North Korea, I see ya!

Are guns worth more than daughters and sons?

Will we become strays if we come out as gay?

Are kids supposed to be in cages?

Do politicians on our same pages?

Not again. Stop. Enough.

They said I have it easy but it's tough.

Choking on smoke and eating plastic stuff

has made the Earth's voice go rough.

So now we're its voice... but we're dying too, huh?

Yeah, this is sabotage

Gotta grab my entourage

They livin’ in my garage

These rats an infestation

Ratatouille, my main ho

Makes my dish with tomato

Diagnosed with polio

Got chemical castration

Stuart Little on some shit

Flexin’ in his fresh outfit

Damn, he got some frothy spit

My crew called Rabies Nation

Catch me walkin’ down the street

Pettin’ rats and beatin’ meat

Bite some bitches, rinse, repeat

Got no chance of salvation

Yeah, I’m rabid

Fuck with me and see what happens

That’s what I thought

Rat Gang out

Finally, ya'll outa Elementry,

ready to join the surge of the centery

Be hot, be cool

Fight, banter and duel

to see who will rule

the middle shool

But a peic' o' advice,

always think twice.

Not sayin' ya gotta be nice,

just sayin' don't be da one who's mean,

don't be dat drama queen.

Be dat kid

who in da mid

be good, but still be free

just rememer, ur notta rotten to-be.

When I was a kid I saw a certain future

It wasn't in some classroom figuring out how to do a suture

Nah, it was up on a stage

My ma wanted a doctor and my dad didn't care about anything except turning a page

With a people pleasing poet who wanted nothing more than to rage

I had a few set backs, giving account for my tender age

It wasn't my fault for thing I could not control

It was my fault through for not getting my own ball to roll

Nothing special as a rapper with a father not around

But I got dreams and hopes, all sorts of things abound

There ain't nothin but sleepless nights and empty words sometimes

Though, I got that spirit and when it comes out in my fuckin rhymes

I can't stop flowing, for I'm often showing my old self up

Gotta keep this up, or not even try an show up

Or else I'm just a good for nothing

Who only ever did amount to nothing

With nothing to prove and nothing to lose, I got only what I say

And I gotta make that count

Cause if it means nothing and I have nothing to recount

To my children

My offspring and a person I adore

If it alls adds up to nothing, then what should I even write for

Have no hesitation

I will issue a citation

From anywhere in the nation

as I need no conformation,

If you want a laceration

Step up in my station

I will defeat you.