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There was a time I knew nothing about rhyme, in a place with drugs and crime and was crawling

through the grime. Like looking through a kaleidoscope cause my only friends were alcohol and

dope, I was on an exetremely slippery slope.

Then came the fall, couldn't walk had to crawl, I felt so small, behind the eight ball. While gitting

hit with wicked jabs, for my very soul it was trying to nab cause it's ultimate goal is to put on a

slab, by The Grace of God I was sent to Rehab.

Where I met a lot of good people some weren't so and I was taught to stay in the know, put

your pride aside, never go solo but let The Good Lord be your ammo because you're dealing

with a wicked and unseen foe, Hello.

I started to feel alright despite feeling contrite, I could see daylight with a stronge feeling to write.

A feeling I tried to ignore, thinking this is a real bore and completely out of sight, I'm not a writer, I

can't write.

Then a word came to me first one, then two, then three, I hear write them down, I see nobody. I

looked again the words started to form a weird looking poem that was well out of the norm.

What is this design? I had been introduced to Rapid Fire Rhyme.

Totally unorthodox and completely out of the box, am I delusional because I detoxed? Now it

can be fun some times it'll have me on the run, for it can become very hard but The Good Lord

is my hole card. Many times I've walked away, it'll just bring me back on another day.

Makes me grab my pencil or pen and start to write again because this rapid fire rhyme has a

certain design, once this I find, It'll go prime time. Now conventional rhyme did adhere and gave

me good cheer until rapid fire rhyme came on the frontier. Now conventional rhyme seems so

yesteryear.

Because people this Rapid Fire Rhyme is... Purely Divine.