trip7’s

Three sevens to call mine but it ain’t a line, In the shadows, I grind, redefine what’s divine, Climbing ladders, I shatter, the patterns in my mind, Rhyme schemes tighter than a noose, but still I shine. With a flick of the wrist, I twist fate like a vine, Every word I spit is lit, a script that’s hard to find, In the depths of despair, I declare I’m intertwined, With the struggles of the masses, the classes that confine. A flash of brilliance, resilience in every line, I’m a menace with the pen, relentless, I’ll design, A legacy of energy, synergy so sublime, In the booth, I’ll produce truth, never fall out of time. Got my eyes on the prize, rise above the decline, Every battle that I fight ignites the spark that’s mine, I’m the voice of the streets, beats thumping like a spine, Three sevens to call mine, I’m destined to align. Three sevens high in the sky, oh my…