Hiphop Freestyle

Science is my bible N Google is my reverend I read more than 66 books so my verses never end, Yes I guess am a mess And life's a game of chess, But am too blind to check mates, Not a fruit fan so I don't do dates, Am a linesman, Hoping one match is enough to make my name stick, Mic trembles in my hands and am on the beach where time forms the sands and g strings guitar the bands, Tryna deal with the y's that come after my ex's, Escaping the prison where society pees on the average brain, Fate is a ***** she gives head, I became unusual instead, Sleep is me pretending to be dead, Am a creep, My scars run deep, How many? Those are counts I can't keep,. Am scared of my shadow, So I walk in darkness. This ends my freestyle, Punchlines I guess I rap fiststyle And a heavy beat, That's how I injure basic brains. Elliepoet