I Am My Freestyle's Keeper
By: Marie Castiano
.I walked around in the record store all day,
my stomach got sick from all the shit on display,
what the fuck? when the fuck? who the fuck is this?
I listened before I judged,
slow to call it quits.
.Lil Wayne was the first to say,
Hip-hops not dead, that he got it okay,
but as I walked around
it seemed more and more
like a funeral town.
.Must've been more like he
emptied a clip in hip-hops head,
an assigned her the label,
solemnly dead.
.Then I stumbled upon an old ass song,
crazy mix-tape from back in the day,
The little demon child inside of my brain, said:
" It was real hip hop then, those were the innovators of those days."
...Then another voice called from beyond the grave...
"I am The Freestyle Monster Mother-Fucker and I Got Sum Shyt To Say!!!!."
.I was like:
"woah hold up, wait a minute, wats up?"
He Said:
"This is your mission today, let us create,
the real hip-hop funeral, finally put it away."
.Then I, a little suprised,
decided maybe I should compromise:
"But yo freestyle monster, can't you revive it again?
Call the reaper up and make some beats with him."
.Then I looked around at all the,
perpetrating emcees,
and the fake ass gangsters,
tryna look like they real on CD's.
.That's when I understood,
what the freestyle monster wanted me to do,
I could hear the demon child,
laughing away,
he understood it was hip-hop's funeral today.
.I hazed the day away,
and left the record store.
The day ended rather strangely,
last thing that my mind could define,
was an amber fiery color so divine.
.Then I got a call from my friend,
he was trippin, acting crazy, a little frantic he said:
"O shit son, you know what happened today?
Somebody blazed up the record store and blew that shit away!!!"
.I heard the freestyle monster laughing,
then the demon child laughed,
then I put my phone under my cover,
and i started to laugh.
.So till this day,
they all still say,
she is her freestyle's keeper,
she saved hip-hop in a way.
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