Poem -

Rapid Delivery!

Rapid Delivery!

guess whos back, back again
No its not eminem its james with his pen haha ?

ready to drop that raw style
my brain as mixed emotions & personalities thats borderline

But still my talent is making a few smile
doctor said im not ok but guess what i think im doing just fine

i am who i am keeping it real
no copyright infringment here my gift is deep inside my fate is sealed

like a pack of cards i will deal
you should know what im like by now i write what i see & feel

Never copied another mans work
in the shadows i lurk writing my own words i aint some kind of jerk

rapid delivery is what i serve
always got a full tank im never running low on reserve im always prepared

i love doing what im doing
im fresher than that gum that sum people are chewing 
like a teapot im still brewing
sat here writing something exciting while some minds are still stewing

takes me about 5 mins on average to write something
then after that i fill in another page cos the words keep on coming
i aint stunting im just rapid with my delivery
you wont see me going off like a footballer with a major injury ?

 

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