Turning a New Leaf
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Turning a New Leaf
My palms are sweaty, my knees are shaking, I'm walking around in the state capital, and miraculously I begin to get cotton mouth. The speakers echo the words I was not ready to hear, "sign-up." I walked nervously up to the stand, steadied my pen, and wrote my name on the line. I have emcee battled before but this was in a bigger city with people I have never seen in my life. To make matters worse I have only competed in on other emcee battle, but I was in a comfortable state then due to the fact that I knew who was in the crowd. Since I have begun to emcee I have been ridiculed for trying to be the next 50 cent or something on the lines of that, but I do this for me, myself, and only me. Now the time has come for this emcee to man-up and press start. This Boise battle was going to test my devotion to the game or hip-hop and myself confidence.
I really do not have family traditions like others, but one common love is over passion for music. This is the foundation to my lyrical influence. I did not begin reading, writing, and _spitting flames or free styling rhymes as a kindergartner or anything in that area. I first learned to break dance through the teaching of my older brother at an early age of nine, which later progressed into another element of hip-hop, graffiti art. So it only seems logical that I should pick up another piece of the urban pie by becoming a master of ceremonies, otherwise known as an "MC._" I figured out that I could write pretty well in my seventh-grade English Language class through the guidance of my teacher, Mrs. Geer. I wrote this poem in the middle of the night when I could not sleep and I did it all in rhyme; October 20th, 2002, was the date. This signified my evolution as now being more than just a b-boy or a graff-artist, but now I becoming lyrical on paper. The process took me sometime, but over months I taught myself to think on my toes, and attempt rhymes right of the dome or brain. I injected myself over...
My palms are sweaty, my knees are shaking, I'm walking around in the state capital, and miraculously I begin to get cotton mouth. The speakers echo the words I was not ready to hear, "sign-up." I walked nervously up to the stand, steadied my pen, and wrote my name on the line. I have emcee battled before but this was in a bigger city with people I have never seen in my life. To make matters worse I have only competed in on other emcee battle, but I was in a comfortable state then due to the fact that I knew who was in the crowd. Since I have begun to emcee I have been ridiculed for trying to be the next 50 cent or something on the lines of that, but I do this for me, myself, and only me. Now the time has come for this emcee to man-up and press start. This Boise battle was going to test my devotion to the game or hip-hop and myself confidence.
I really do not have family traditions like others, but one common love is over passion for music. This is the foundation to my lyrical influence. I did not begin reading, writing, and _spitting flames or free styling rhymes as a kindergartner or anything in that area. I first learned to break dance through the teaching of my older brother at an early age of nine, which later progressed into another element of hip-hop, graffiti art. So it only seems logical that I should pick up another piece of the urban pie by becoming a master of ceremonies, otherwise known as an "MC._" I figured out that I could write pretty well in my seventh-grade English Language class through the guidance of my teacher, Mrs. Geer. I wrote this poem in the middle of the night when I could not sleep and I did it all in rhyme; October 20th, 2002, was the date. This signified my evolution as now being more than just a b-boy or a graff-artist, but now I becoming lyrical on paper. The process took me sometime, but over months I taught myself to think on my toes, and attempt rhymes right of the dome or brain. I injected myself over...