freestyle 1

when it STARTed I was ONly thirTEEN, and
called reTARDed by some FOLKS who were MEAN, and
in the GARBage went my BROKen esTEEM, and
left to DARKen aLONE with my SCREAMin'

coulda lost my MIND
    coulda let it unWIND
       maybe turn out FINE
            maybe ColumBINE
but I kept my HEAD
    no matta what they SAID
        didn't end up DEAD
            wrote it down inSTEAD

every RHYME I HEARD, I'd be SCRAWLin'
pure SLIME at FIRST, just apPALLin'
gave it TIME, pretty WORDS from me FALLin'
ain't a CRIME, pretty BIRDS -- just my CALLin'