{"sf1_id":2157162,"sf2_id":"WelwOqR1","title":"\"Trained Killers\" (freestyle write)","author":"Cris_Fireheart","words":228,"posted_at":"2024-07-25T06:26:07.000Z","tags":["Domination","Poetry","Poverty","Rage","Real Life","freestyle","hunger","rap","reality"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2157162-trained-killers-freestyle-write","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/WelwOqR1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/3e/d5/3ed5177f-06d6-4f86-8afd-c06bf79b172b","description":"Everybody who knows me knows that, alongside writing detailed stories and the occasional emotional poetry, I love taking on challengers at freestyle rap. This one is a crunch-time hit that I actually pulled out two days ago, waiting in line outside the food stamp office, behind a guy who couldn't stop mumbling his version of \"spoken word\" in front of the rest of us. So I sparked up a cigarette, called him out, and lit the guy on fuckin fire. Sorry man, but I need my head space too, you know? And yes, I won the \"battle\" and there was a nice, 20 minute silence until the place actually opened.","content":"I stay in black shirts and black denim,\u0026nbsp;\n\nAll day!\n\nIf you can't take em', just send them\n\nMy way!\n\nC4, M16's and Ospreys!\n\nThe trained killers around me\n\nDO NOT PLAY!\n\nI'm in a hurry,\u0026nbsp;\n\nSo don't bother me,\u0026nbsp;\n\nIf you're worried,\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'm crack broke, openly gay,\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd I'm a furry,\u0026nbsp;\n\nIf you've got a complaint,\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'm gonna offer you\n\nA box,\u0026nbsp;\n\nSome Sleek Teak,\n\nSome Oak wood,\u0026nbsp;\n\nOr\u0026nbsp; pine blocks.\n\nDon't reach for your piece;\n\nYou know I keep\n\nMine cocked,\n\n.50 caliber D-E, yeah,\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut nice Glock!\n\nSpend my days on the streets,\u0026nbsp;\n\nTrust me; I'm not shocked!\u0026nbsp;\n\nDon't tell em' if you're coming for me;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI might block!\n\nStay quiet if I'm waiting in line\n\nFor food stamps;\n\nI'm broke and I'm hungry;\n\nI'm next to you, man!\n\nThese streets don't pay like\n\nThe masters you have,\n\nSo I'm reaching out to take\n\nWhatever's to grab!\n\nDon't know where to sleep,\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut one thing I do have,\u0026nbsp;\n\nIs the kind of mindset\n\nOf the rats in school labs,\n\nEvery wound makes me stronger,\u0026nbsp;\n\nWherever I might stay,\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd the\u0026nbsp;trained killers around me,\u0026nbsp;\n\nDO NOT PLAY!\n\nAs a matter of fact, don't listen\n\nTo my say;\n\nGot a problem with me?\n\nLet's do it the old way!\n\nBack to back, we're\n\nRacked and stacked\n\nAt midday,\n\nTen paces , and we'll settle this,\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith gunplay!","series":{"name":"Poetry, both old and new","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2155731-howl-at-the-moon.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2180015-locked-inside.json"}}