shanksta's first flow

during my freshman year in college, i think i was having an identity crisis. haha i dont know when or how it started but i always had an urge to be a gangsta. none of that highschool, drug dealin weaksauce gangs but more so the mafia. the godfather. someone that the cops dont even wanna mess with. tahaha but of course, this was all in good fun. but maybe too much fun.

i began to relate gangsters with rappers since most (if not all) gangsters like rap n hip-hop. so, my first step towards to being a gangsta was to rap. little did i know that things would get out of control in college. i suddenly had a sidekick named neoclassick who gave me the nickname "shanksta" n rumors about me freestylin spread. emphasis on the word, "RUMOR." i DO NOT freestyle. omg, i WISH. haha! those who can freestyle are lyrical geniuses!!

so, as these rumors spread, it pushed me to try to write my own stuff because i wanted the rumor to be true. i'd write little raps here and there during classes, i tried to battle against some of my friends, but in the end, as i knew all along, i couldn't freestyle at all. and, i think it hit me during my sophomore year that i can never be a gangsta. no matter how hard i tried, my squeaky high-pitched voice would never be able to intimidate people. hell, my whole personality can't intimidate anyone. unless i lash out my anger. puahaha. (warning: never piss me off.) ahaha JK. :)

anyways. as i was looking through one of my folders, i found a piece of binder paper with one of my freestyles that i had written in my freshman year. it's super lame n quite embarrassing. but i thought it'd be fun to share it and look back on who i was trying to be. hahaha. enjoy. make fun. but at least i made you laugh~ :D

my amateur freestyle:
Yo yo! Check it!
I'm da great shanksta,
Da true n da real, I ain't no wanksta.
Hear me spit my flows n see me be gangsta.
I'm here wit mah homie by my side,
Introducin' Neoclassick whom I dearly abide.
Take a seat n now ya'll listen carefully,
Cuz me n him gon' kick it on dis flow ride.

Tick tock, da clock is turnin' n da heat is burnin',
My insides r churnin' but my heart is yearnin'.
For da 1 n only Christ Jesus, my undyin' addiction,
Who was sent to da cross fo' the unfathomable crucifixion.
The thorns on his head, n nails on his hands n feet,
All attribute to his immoral affliction.
Yet the pain of our sins gives him the most infliction.
Give thanks to God for Christ's salvation.
Without it, we'd be screamin' n hatin', livin' without liberation.
So let's come together n praise Him in boundless adoration.
For his love surpasses all our sins n transgressions.