:: poetry spoken:: :The Red Eye Riddle: : i think about this its every day you dont know me if i did this for the reason i started peoples oppinions would have never mattered in the first place 1 play or a hundred didnt matter as long as i was happy after i dropped the mic on a rock-in beat. written down or freestyle depends on my state of thought. keep in mind im author so the pen is way too strong but i do it anyway and its only fair to me its the way the game is played take a step ahead if you dont like it you can get to steppin ill be in the future by the time you catch up. by then im already famous and you are where i am today. scraping bottom kicking Rock's don't get me started its advancements in age. many artists did this all before me and failed never getting the credit they were due. i do it for only me. i just like these beats. if it wasnt here it be with with my friends in their living rooms. listening to radio tunes and i start to spray. its no different from what i used to do only more than two can listen to my epic flow. got to let me know if you like me show some love if you don't tell me anyway I want to hear it helps me climb practice makes it perfect watch these words im jerking into the beats they made on this app im playing this is a new stage level up. its a poem spoken the way it started whats your story about mine is just about the beat im just getting it started the party wants to watch all of you not me im just the voices in your head making your heart race making a new pace. . Hype up the Nation so they can own the stage you got this look in your soul. spit that fire what you about. grab the mic and let it out. this is what speaking your poetry is all about. red eyes riddle