Addicted To Poems Part Ii

This morning I woke up from bed With a paper and pen in my hand Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right? I am addicted to poems Some rappers hide in an image You can't spit, makes you no less privileged I'm taking it personal, you see i'm personal just tell me what I write is diminished? I glorify God through my lyrics I will never despise my critics cause I understand, we are different humans They may have a blurred perspective Or maybe I'm tripping Maybe I need to speed up my rhythm You can't kill my spirit My intuition told me someday I'd be winning Like Christ Just with a gift I was given By Christ At the end of the day, I will always be rapping I see you peeping to know, how many clapping Call my passion crazy But I'd never be lazy I'd stay strong working on my craft