Can You Freestyle?

[chumdawg]

I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend.
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when.
I'm stuck in Folsom prison
And time keeps draggin' on.
But that train keeps a rollin'
On down to San Antone..

When I was just a baby
My mama told me: Son,
Always be a good boy,
Don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die.
When I hear that whistle blowing,
I hang my head and cry..

I bet there's rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car.
They're probably drinkin' coffee
And smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming,
I know I can't be free.
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me...

Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move it on
A little farther down the line.
Far from Folsom prison,
That's where I want to stay.
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away.....

[EricaLubarsky]

Amazing freestyle Chum. I never took you for an OG street poet but you can really rhyme.

[Evilmav2]

'Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that Leans on his Sword,
And while we are mounting, prays low to the Lord:
Now each Cavalier that loves Honour and Right,
Let him follow the feather of Stuart tonight.

Come Tighten your Girth and Slacken your Rein;
Come buckle your blanket and holster again;
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade,
For he must ride sure that goes riding a raid.

Now Gallop, now Gallop to swim or to ford!
Old Stonewall, still watching, prays low to the Lord:
Goodbye, dear old Rebel! The River's not wide,
And Maryland's lights in her window to guide.

There's a man in the White House with Blood on his Mouth!
If there's Knaves in the North, there are Braves in the South.
We are three thousand horses, and not one afraid;
We are three thousand Sabres and not a Dull Blade.

Then gallop, then gallop by Ravines and Rocks!
Who would bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks;
For with these Points of Steel, on the line of the Penn
We have made some fine strokes, and we'll make 'em again...

[GuerillaBlack]

Originally Posted by chumdawg

I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend.
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when.
I'm stuck in Folsom prison
And time keeps draggin' on.
But that train keeps a rollin'
On down to San Antone..

When I was just a baby
My mama told me: Son,
Always be a good boy,
Don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die.
When I hear that whistle blowing,
I hang my head and cry..

I bet there's rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car.
They're probably drinkin' coffee
And smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming,
I know I can't be free.
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me...

Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move it on
A little farther down the line.
Far from Folsom prison,
That's where I want to stay.
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away.....

Nice.

[Dirkadirkastan]

The poor taste of the lyrics is only matched by the poor taste of the writer.

[MavsWiLLHaVeRinGs]

Originally Posted by Dirkadirkastan

The poor taste of the lyrics is only matched by the poor taste of the writer.

You must not think much of chumdawg.