FREESTYLE 5

You remind me of a Kleenex

Need to bloody clean next

Chapter of my life though….

You just have a mean ex

I’m just me not tryna flex

Can get angry like T-Rex

But we’re calm and cool composed….

Getting honoured like the Becks

Many chances that you had

But you made me look bad

Blaming me and shaming me….

Yeah to me I find It sad

Writing rhymes with pen and pad

Moving on and now you’re mad

Framing me and claiming me?

I’m so priceless you’re broke bad

Ain’t my fault I was the lead

As a man I do believe

You made choices you chose greed

And you’re bunning all the weed

In your little small brain

If you have please explain

Why you coming back to me for….

Now you see me with the gain

So you know I handled pain

Biggest lot for your small brain

Changed the C4 to a B4….

Kinda bomb you’ll see In plain

Can you see you bring the headaches

Rather sit and eat my cornflakes

That’s the peace I need In life

Tell those youths to drop the knife

Training Day you’re known to Jakes

All those hearts you gave the breaks

Blame yourself you are a wife

Need to visit place called Fife (Me)

Support yourself you’re getting older

Weathers kinda getting colder

Weatherman he makes his moves

Letting go the music grooves

Had a lot of weight my shoulder

Bruised and battered now It’s bolder

Made It better In the end

Having patience was my friend

So you know I had to rhyme It

Make donations for the climate

World will end you know It’s true

If you don’t I’ll be the clue (Sherlock)