Poetry
Free Verse 
Albert
Grief digs 6 feet in my heart
Got a whole mining crew
Led by murder, greed, and jealousy
And a gun
Body found on the freeway
We already know
Black male
Five foot eight
The grieving has begun
Rhyming
iPhone 10
so boujee on top
until the 11 come along
then be gon’ cop
I feel bad because it’s really the same phone
Except the camera look like a stove
I’m going to chill with my iPhone 7
Because I’m broke anyway
So I couldn’t afford a 10 or 11
Lyrical
Lyrics For Here
Y’all know that I spit heavy rhymes on the daily
So me, Phife, Tip just bouta go crazy
We vibe in the 90s
Back when the Phife lived
When Tribe rules the world
Right with the boy BIG
Haiku
Stars
You should look at stars
I swear they’re always moving
It’s pretty crazy
Tanka
X
XXTentacles
Got shot down in his Lambo
Killer wants parole
He will get shot down real quick
The dude is safer in jail
