CL - Fear Freestyle (CL's Road To Redemption Week 1)

What's going on everybody? It's been a long time since you guys have seen me actively dropping music and that's simply because I've been working on new material. Not only musically, but as well as other things which you will seen within the next few weeks and months. I've used the down time I've have sans performing, and recording to focus on not only writing, but finding out who I am, and what's the message I'm trying to convey. I realized, God gave me the innate ability to write, and pen my expressions in several ways which include, music and poetry. Also, I love interviewing people, and luckily my outgoing personality has helped me craft some successful interviews. So, I decided, every Sunday I will be dropping some new music, videos, poetry vlogs, and even interviews to help people understand who CL essentially is. Essentially, I'm not trying to just be "a rapper". That's too cliche and simplistic for dynamic character such as mine. I want to elevate my brand as a personality, because I feel I got the voice, but more importantly, the pen to do so. Ride out with me. I promise this will be special. Once again, thanks for all your support. - CL

Poem: Single

Single She Hates Being Single... Because Everybody Singles Her Out... You See, She’s Living With Women Who Were Given A Spouse... While She’s Roommates With Infidelity And Living With Doubts... Every Saturday, She’s Playing Donnie Hathaway To Captivate Her Mind... To Remind Her God Is First, And That Men… Are Here To Pass Away The Time... While Her Friends Are Cuddling, She’s Huddling Around Her Little Cubicle... Saying That “I Don’t Need A Man To Tell Me That I’m Beautiful”... Her False Bravado Is Cute But Unusual… You See, At Nights She’s Out Clubbing Always Loving The Scene... Rubbing On Guys, And Always Touching Their Jeans… But Inside, She’s Craving Forehead Kisses... She’s Craving For 30 Second Hugs Instead Of Stepping In The Club... But Nobody Gave Her A Chance, That’s Why She Questions “Where’s The Love?” No Valentine, Nobody Who Grabs Her Mind Nobody With Heart To Steal Her Heart, And Come Past The Line Ain’t That A Shame…. Love Is So Infectious But Affections Are So Rare That’s She Stresses On The Daily, And She Questions If It’s There.

Poem: A Woman's Scars

You See, It’s Hard For Her To Focus When They Focus The Lens On Her... A Model Who Models After The Goddess Of Love... But Encounters Throttles, And Quarrels Every Time She Mixes Bottles And Morals… You See… She’s 22... Her Master Plan Is A Masters, While Mastering Different Ways To Capture A Man... Now Ask Her… Why You Still Single? Her Facial Expression Answers The Question... She’s Behooved By Her Own Past Maneuvers… Past Accusers Said Look Past The Ruler To Measure Her Level Of Insecurity Because… Her Sensibility Gets Derailed By Her Sensitivity... “Like Monica. You’re A Model. Tell Me What You Scared Of... Fingerprints Left On Her Broken Heart... Footprints Left On Her Deflated Soul... She Said Trust Is Hard To Come By... Because Some Guys Run Lies Or Run Game... That Keep Her Off track, So She’s Always Scared To Hop On That One Train... So Could You Blame Her?... If That One Innocent Stranger Says Look Beyond The Danger, And Look Neons Ahead... But Says No...Because She Seen Used Condoms Her Exxes Would Leave On The Bed... She Goes Through Phones... Because She Seen Her Exxes Roam Through Homes... She Seen Betrayal First Hand... Is It Insecurity… Or Being Scarred By That One Man... O

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