My Poetic License

I stand with my friends as I spit my first cypher,
lost in lines only I could decipher.
Thats how I took my first poetic steps
to the point where I'm at doing lyrical reps.
Now I still work at this un-toned skill,
until my words flow like freewill.

Here I am at my poetic debut
following in many great men's shoes
on this stage with none but a mic
judged solely by words here tonight.
Critics leave bodies bullet-holed but unleaded.
As many poets drop beheaded,

I step to the mic as the crowd is silenced,
and I say, "Here's my Poetic License."