Poetic Truth Over Verbal Lying

ts like.... everytime I try and rhyme its like my word of thought gets left somewhere in the back of my brain behind....Im a Hustler people making green on the scene so much Im alright its way too fine..... I make money *****es my clique and crew is only one man... yeah its known as Se7enth Sign This is my moment ...this is my ****ing time......tired of darkness my way I will light shine through hidden alcoholic crimes in the city buildings or out in nature tree pines I do what the **** I do nah not to make dollars but dimes.... I doing small things in a big poetic way no longer am I trying.....Im going to spit real *****before my soul starts dying.... I know its alive now because that *****inside me is crying Its like Im a soul for sale up for the cheapest buying My poetic shoes are untied in life ...they need tying...... I guess poetry is the only way people around here will listen to poetic truth over verbal lying....