God Of Rhyme

God of Rhyme

Eye want to be known as the God of rhyme.

Eye know it might be a steep climb.

That to reach the heavens might take some time.

But wait, limitations, only in the mind exist.

So if I persist,

Insist,

To what has to come my way, not resist,

With my thoughts and actions, the universe assist,

Then, that it will happen, it just might.

But I will not go down without a fight.

I will tirelessly work day after day, night after night,

Despite,

Those who live to spite.

Their situation is not my plight,

But I will try to shed some light,

As mine will be shining bright,

With no fright.

Which means No Fear.

Let's kick it into a higher gear.

Let me be your peer.

That's why we're here.

So my message through my rhymes you hear,

Loud and clear,

Go in one ear,

But not out the other.

I know I'm not your mother.

Nor father,

And maybe I shouldn't even bother.

But let me tell you a story.

Don't worry,

It ends with glory,

Like in the movie Finding Dory.

And Nemo who also got found.

With this talent, everyone, I want to astound.

Be the best, pound for pound.

Like Rocky, have fight in me for one more round.

No more clowning around.

I started a long 'time' ago to build my empire from the ground.

Literally from the bottom of the pit.

By life's painful moments, quite hard and several times I've been hit.

Have had my share of shit.

Lived through the whole domestic violence until my parents split.

On life, I almost quit.

But never again and will continue to spit,

My truth through these rhymes, even if with everyone elses, they don't quite fit.

So let's get it lit.

Back to how I grew up and was raised.

My father was often dazed.

My mother confused,

Misused,

In all ways abused.

I unfortunately had the same fate,

Which would activate,

Inside me, tremendous hate,

Just a couple of years before I turned eight.

But I kept on going.

The angry demon inside me growing.

My friends, in the wind blowing.

My nose began snowing.

If i would live another day, never caring, never knowing.

I began using drugs.

Hung around with thugs,

Until one of them I was made.

By selling dope I was getting paid.

The DEA would repeatedly raid,

Every shop we opened up, they would storm,

Until between the enforcers of law and those who broke it, a relationship would form.

Corruption and violence became part of the norm.

So playing the cat and mouse game with them, on I kept,

Because those on crack, rarely slept.

Destiny, on me slowly crept.

One that I came to fully accept,

A not so good one, so my mother prayed hard for me while she wept.

I've lost quite a few friends.

That he didn't cause damages, HE still pretends.

But with my rough past I have made amends.

On what I tell myself, my happiness depends.

Self-Forgiveness does wonders for the soul, as it transcends,

Here is how, happily ever after, this rugged story ends.

On the darkest parts of myself I would launch a full on attack.

Into the depths of hell I went and from Devil (Ego) himself took my soul back.

Because even if how to love unconditionally, I wasn't shown.

Now that I am grown,

I am responsible for my life and to know that it is mine to own.

Reap nothing but good from all that I have sown.

For starters, as the God of rhyme, be known.

D.H.Garza