a labor day freestyle poem.

The West Indian Day Parade is today in Brooklyn, Here is a labor day freestyle poem I wrote for the Special Occasion.

A Labor Day Freestyle Poem
By: Divine Giray 

I feel so GUCCI & I Love these GUTTA streets,
like di GOVERNMENT and mi GRITTY peeps
style GUERRILLA representing Love GANGSTAS
I Rastafari straight GOON neva a pranksta
dutty n fancy GWAN up in di party
King Divine, 7 percent, GODBODY
Try to stop me? I GO_HARD like Rocky
I GET it in, so Hate me
U do it cause u ain't me
my magnificent brilliance
baptized in excellence
2 all di BAD up in mi Life I say Good Riddance
Mi sense is 2 Clear to ave any FEAR
Get ya young money
No tribe called DUMMY
so RESPECT. Rise up Stand tall,
Invest in SELF and NEVA FALL
see ya PATH and ya RHYTHMS
u a PROPHET of ya VISIONS
so BUCK SHOTS to ya SUPERSTITIONS
and FUCK anything that blocks ya DESTINY
U can be Successful you got the MASTER KEY

GOD BLESS U ALL ON YOUR JOURNEY
I Divine Represent The Guerrilla Styles and Righteous Soul Movement!!!
Power7!