I Got This Poem by Barlot ...

Calloused fingers dropp blood on the floor
Leaving pink puddles to match the past due notices
Nothing matters
Nothin' but the beat
Can’t dropp it
Steady, steady.
Rockin' the bass
Rappin' the rhymes
I gotcha this time
I got the beat.
The bass thumps my heart beat
Drum pumps my blood
The melody flows through my head
This is gonna be good.
It’s life in a stanza
A four-count existential ordeal
I can feel it like a treble clef
Cheffin’ it up
Keepin’ it real.
Can’t dropp the beat.
No drama in my pockets
Nothing but the rhymes–
I’m a slave to the four string
Nothin’ but a thing.
Steady, steady
Walk it out like a symphony
It’s like my master.
It’s me.
I got this.
I’m addicted to the beats.