Battle Poem by lee bredeson

the paper is my friend fill it
all up until the end and then send
it to be recorded how can i afford it
i beats me i use to not be able to see
past the day i was living now im giving
it all i can and don't allow anyone to give me
a hand i got to stand on my own 2 feet
i hear a beat and take a seat an' just start
rapping before i know it people are clapping
for me. it pays off to be sitting on the porch
making up dumb beats on hot days
beating my opponents in new ways i didn't even know
this is how i show what i can do with my lines
at times it feels like i can take anyone on
i don't care if its on line, or on a stage
i tear you into with my rage
slam you in a cage and lock it
its like you know when some has a gun cocks it
you should feel the same way when you go against me
i like to battle with my words go ahead rattle my cage.
come on line or up on the stage.