Freestyling Poem by Megan Vue

Alone is what I'm prone to
Being gone is what I'm use to
Independence is what I'm grown on
Nationality is what I'm shown on
Mentality is what I provide
Logistics is what I hide
Tap into that subside
Obedience is what I abide
Using all my energy to concur
Life itself is all a blur
I have the mind of a f***in sir
But you gettin' on my last nerve
So I'm standing by the jury
The judge says I'm f***in guilty
But my odor ain't filthy
And I got fifty in my hands
Leavin' my footprints on that sand
Life is tasting so sweet like candy
Imitate my meditation
So you better stop hatin'
I'm here emotionally but I'm gone physically
So stop anticipating so typically
And you givin' me all that hypocrisy
I wasn't raised to be a hypocrite
But medium ain't s**t
Larger than life is what I hit
So take a moment to contemplate
And I don't wanna wait
So set it on a date