Honor Roll

No honor roll needed to flow on a roll / So calmer glow will indeed show hopes without a sold soul/ No honor roll just roll on with honor as a toll Never needed to be on honor roll to show I’m on a roll/ Clever heated flow I’ve distinguished that takes the fire you know to be extinguished/ Like an ax sting with the english language as my life’s montage/ But there’s a clause while put on pause/ Coming from my palms and thoughts there’s a special sauce/ As I watch raps musical spice from whatever technical device/ To be critical the way I’m analytical and devise or utilize these words in my rhymes is just as bright and nice/ To say it light/ Through any plight or fight I can just write to get alright/ Back on this blight in my mental flight/ With conrite to contend instead of a reverend I rely on this pen/ Again and again off and on it goes/ Scoff and con heroes in my own song/ Nobody knows or can sing along to that sad old song/ I’m in the haul long/ Strap kept to hold on/ Clasp at pap’s track to gasp as stacks slaps to show sass/ Then glass cracks to crash as wacky wacks have facts waxed up like a hammer to slash