BATTLE? 

Aight, whatchoo got?

Hey, if you want to battle,

I’ll shake you like a rattle,

And tell you to skidaddle.

Sure I’m alone in my life,

Looking for a wife,

As sharp as a knife.

She’ll never be bored,

We’d be strong as a chord,

And we’d be praisin’ our Lord.

I’m at work to make a dime,

But I’d like to take this time,

To make this battle mine.

I show no fear in my eyes,

Don’t care for good-bye’s,

And I can’t stand peoples’ lies.

I’m bloggin’ this to you,

To take a minute or two,

And call you my boo.

I run a six minute mile,

And bench press a pile,

And always make you smile.

You’re not one of my foes,

Don’t smell like my toes,

But you do eat those Cheetoes.

I know I may be liable,

And you’re not my rival,

So lets talk about the Bible.

Sure we like Reeses’

And all of our nieces,

But not like we love Jesus.

He is our supreme,

Joins us to one team,

Like Magic and Kareem.

I wish I was a little bit taller,

Not like a baller,

But a prayer warrior.

Not on the rim,

But closer to Him,

Where it’s not so dim,

I struggle every day,

To walk the straight way,

As if its long as San Fran’s bay.

This rhyme might diminish,

Like Nemo the fish,

So let me finish.

I can complain about my shin,

Or learn to sell some tin,

But I’d rather be chattin’ with Jaime Lynn.

You heard me right,

These words are tight,

But for now it’s goodnight.

Peace.

Mark