Spitfire Chronicles

Pen sharp, sword in the ink’s reflection,

Cooking up schemes, chef in the kitchen section.

No GPS, still finding direction,

Mind moves quick, sparks in every connection.

Words hit harder than a heavyweight brawl,

Echo through the streets, ricochet off the wall.

Brain’s a vault, ideas locked till I call,

Climbing mental mountains, no fear of the fall.

Rhymes so hot, they scorch the sun,

Lyrical bullets, no place to run.

Spit that fire, I’m the chosen one,

Rap game’s torchbearer, it’s just begun.

Streetlights flicker, soundtrack to my grind,

Bars hit raw, straight outta my mind.

Puzzle piece thoughts, they perfectly align,

Alchemy of words, turning copper to shine.

Wolves in the alley, howling for the feast,

King of the jungle, no cage, no leash.

Voice of the voiceless, beauty in the beast,

Breaking bread with the fam, share the feast.

Heartbeat’s rhythm syncs with the bass,

Flow’s like a river, can’t be replaced.

Skyscraper dreams, I’m building my space,

Every rhyme’s a battle, leaving no trace.