Another Freestyle

this is not a poem this a rap tell if you like it I'm sick in the mind can't you tell by my rhymes/ Got my own swagger and yeah i got a hell of a style// Aching for niggaz to step up man this game is mine/ flowing in a different dimension yeah I'm flowing through time// raise in the streets but i refuse to cry man i refuse to die/ a star is born and he's a hell of a child consume with pride// my whole crew is leaders and man we don't believe in lies/ and plus we're dodging death can't close our eyes// you could call me a fiend cause i'm addicted to crime/ leaving a legacy like Michael Jordan in his prime// speaking words of wisdom stuck in the street behind enemies line/ smelling like a pond when i'm spitting yeah my flow is high times// a real lyrical asssaisin making money like magic/ abr-ka-da-bra this game is so tragic dragtics// but yet i'm still on the block stretching money like elastic/ my money be flipping all day just call it gymnastic//