Classic freestyle

Ink stains on my fingers, I’m flipping old pages,

Ghosts in the margins, they whisper through ages,

From castles to cobblestones, duels in the fog,

Philosophers pacing while I’m walking with God.

I got that Hamlet doubt, “to be” in my chest,

Questions hit deeper when you’re chasing the best,

Macbeth ambition got a knife in my dream,

Power like a crown but it’s never what it seems.

Odyssey flow, I’ve been lost at the sea,

Sirens in the distance tryna call out to me,

But I tie down my will, keep my course on track,

Every scar a story, I ain’t ever goin’ back.

Dr. Jekyll with the pen, Mr. Hyde in the booth,

Split personality when I’m spitting the truth,

Frankenstein thoughts, yeah I built ‘em from pain,

Now they walking on their own, can’t be chained to my brain.

Great Expectations when the mic in my grip,

From the gutter to the gala, yeah I’m making that shift,

But I never lose the hunger, Oliver Twist with the plea,

“Can I get a little more?” yeah, that hunger is me.

Call it Dante’s path, I’ve been through the inferno,

Every level that I pass, feel the lessons that burn slow,

Then I rise to the stars, paradigm getting clear,

Heaven in the verses every time that I steer.

So I rhyme like a relic but it hit like today,

Ancient souls in the cadence every word that I say,

Classic ink to the beat, let it breathe, let it live—

Past meets present every line that I give.