Thou Spit Fire Poem by daniel gibbs

Through the fire
through the wire
see how a good man roles
Always ridin never tired see ho the good man grows
Fire in his eyes bestowed with a great desire
to propel force unto others like salesman to buyers
for the cool push weight like the wind blows
words flyin spit fire see how the young man flows
Words push hard like bandits through doors
camuoflague emotions like money in floors
To predict such rhymes
that trend send through time
written on legends lines
that make you squint like lime being squirt i n your eyes