Josiah Martin

My Book Of Rhyms

Written By: Josiah Martin

My book of rhymes is tight, but Christ Jesus is tighter

I aint no rapper, don’t get it twisted, Ima writer

My joints is fire, kinda like a lighter, and ya boy
…..he aint no bighter

I write for the dudes posted up on the block

Yeah, the dudes posted up pushing rocks

I can put anything I please in my rhyme book

But nothing about smoking trees in my rhyme book

Nothing about pimping chicks in my rhyme book

Nothing about selling bricks in my rhyme book

Nothing like I got the most ladies in the world in my rhyme book

Because me myself, Im sticking to that one girl in my rhyme book

I aint bighting off nas’s “Made you look,” but I aint no slave, so I
give him praise in my rhyme book

I write so I don’t lose my mind, cause life is hard

You can tell from my rhymes, that I write for God

Call me soft if u wanna, but Ima church boy

I could pay the price of a martyr, and I’ll still have that joy

I may never be stunting like lil wayne

I might never be in the club like 50 or game

I represent Hova, but not Jay-z

The true Jehovah, who keeping me cool like A.C.’s

You aint never gonna find me in da candy shop like 50

And un-like Chingy and J-kwon, I aintt in da club getting tipsy

You can find me repping Christ, yeah that’s what I do

He gave me new life, what about you?

(“AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF U CAN FEEL ME”

Because I aint talking about copping whips,
and I believe in respecting women

Can you hear me even though I aint pimping chicks,
And this Christ like living

To the so called Christians, I don’t really care what yall think

Because God cleansed me like if I washed my hands in the sink

I’ve come to know, that God’s the only one I needa please

So like Eminem please God, forgive me for my evil deeds

So to yall ignorant Christians, hating because I struggle

And to yall heathens, tryina get me to adopt the hustle

“I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY, CAUSE U MADE IT TO MY RHYME
BOOK.”