Wrote a freeverse…..rate/hate?

Grew subconsciously into my own skin
Grew into a group of grown men, potent
Was my medicine, until I became better sent
Trying to turn darkness into light like Edison
Never went back to the past that’s bad that’s
The equivalent, sniffling, to all the flash backs
And that’s that, rewind fallen angels and prophets
The irony they selling their halos for profits
Stuck in a sale like Dwight from The Office
And every rhyme I write its never flawless
Every time I’m right it’s never lawless
And that’s why whack rappers go gold
While the truth remains neo-soul pro
Oh no… this isn’t gold like Midas’s touch
Do the math with the minus and plus
No one cares about me rhyming and such