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There was a time I knew nothing about rhyme, in a place with drugs and crime and I was crawling through the grime. Like looking through a kaleidoscope cause my only friends were alcohol and dope, I was on an extremely slippery slope.

Then came the fall couldn't walk had to crawl, I felt so small, behind the eight ball. While getting hit with wicked jabs cause my very soul it was trying to nab cause it's ultimate goal is to put you on a slab, by The Grace of God I was sent to Rehab.

Where I met a lot of good people, some weren't so and I was taught to stay in the know, put your pride aside and never go solo but let The Good Lord be your ammo for you are dealing with a wicked and unseen foe Hello.

I started to feel alright despite feeling contrite I could see daylight, with a strong feeling to write. A feeling I tried to ignore, thinking this is a real bore and completely out of sight, I'm not a writer, I can't write.

Then a word came to me first one, then two, then three, I hear write 'em down I see nobody. I looked again the words started to form a weird looking poem that was well out of the norm. What is this design? I had been introduced to Rapid Fire Rhyme.

Totally unorthodox and completely out of the box, am I delusional because I detoxed? Now it can be fun sometimes it will have me on the run because it can become very hard but The Good Lord is my hole card.

Many times I've walked away, It'll just bring me back on another day. Make me grab my pencil or pen and start to write again. You see, this Rapid Fire Rhyme has a certain design, once this I find, It'll go prime time.

Now conventional rhyme did adhere and gave me good cheer until the rapid fire rhyme came on the frontier, now conventional rhyme seems so yesteryear.

Because people, My Rapid Fire Rhyme is Purely Divine.
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