Shotty B, they call me, got a rhythm in my veins,
Pouring ink in these lines, like I’m running from the rains.
Every verse a weapon, each bar a bullet aimed,
In this game of life, I came to redefine the frame.
I’m a poet in the pocket, with my words I’m steady rockin’,
Flow so smooth, watch the crowd steady knockin’.
I was born from the block, but my thoughts took flight,
Now I’m painting metaphors under the neon city lights.
They never understood, how the struggle could inspire,
But I speak through fire, got my soul on a wire.
Shakin’ off the chains, each verse a chain-breaker,
When I speak, it’s history—no eraser, just a maker.
Shotty B—it’s a name they’ll remember,
Lyrical arsonist, flame thrower in December.
I’m more than just a poet, I’m a voice in the void,
Channeling the storm, bringing meaning to the noise.
Chorus: Flowetry
Flowetry, it’s a vibe, it’s a wave and a tide,
Where the spoken word collides, with the rhythm we ride.
It’s more than just rap, more than just rhyme,
It’s a fusion of soul, it’s a moment in time.
Flowetry, feel the beat of the heart,
Every line a beat, every breath a part.
From the lows to the highs, from the start to the end,
Flowetry’s the language we speak, my friend.
Verse 2: The Streets of Inspiration
I came from the streets, where the dreams get twisted,
Where the echoes of the past are loud and persistent.
Every crack in the pavement tells a story untold,
And every corner’s got a lesson for the young and the bold.
The city is alive, and the nights never sleep,
I walk these dark alleys, my mind’s running deep.
In the gutter, you find the beauty they can’t see,
In the silence of the struggle, there’s a song in me.
Taught myself to hustle, taught myself to survive,
But it’s the art that keeps me feeling alive.
The poet’s pen is sharper than the knife in my hand,
Each stroke on the page is a piece of my plan.
I’ve seen the battles, been through the wars,
But the streets gave me wisdom, opened new doors.
When the sun don’t shine, and the cold winds blow,
I found peace in the words that I chose to sow.
Bridge: The Duality
But there’s a duality in my rhythm, a yin and a yang,
I speak love with my flow, but still, I feel the bang.
I’m caught between worlds—reality and dream,
Spinnin’ like a record in a forgotten scheme.
There’s joy in the struggle, but pain in the rise,
I see the world with clear eyes, but still, I disguise.
A soldier in my mind, a poet in my heart,
This game ain’t fair, but I still play my part.
Life’s a dance, but I’m tryna lead the way,
With the power of my words, I’m never led astray.
‘Cause the truth is a weapon, and my mind’s a sword,
I use my voice to fight back, never just absorb.
Verse 3: Love, Loss, and Legacy
Love is a fire, sometimes cold, sometimes bright,
And I felt it burn me, in the middle of the night.
But love ain’t always pretty, ain’t always sweet,
Sometimes it’s a battlefield, sometimes it’s defeat.
But in the loss, I found the art of resilience,
In the wreckage, I built my brilliance.
Every tear, every scar, every memory lost,
Turned into a line that came with no cost.
Legacy ain’t about the things that you own,
It’s about the echoes you leave when you’re gone.
Did you make ‘em think? Did you make ‘em see?
Did you make ’em feel the truth of your poetry?
My name might fade, like the ink on the page,
But my words will live on, in this universal stage.
The love, the pain, the joy, the fight,
They’re all etched in my verses, forever alight.
Chorus: Flowetry (Reprise)
Flowetry, it’s a vibe, it’s a wave and a tide,
Where the spoken word collides, with the rhythm we ride.
It’s more than just rap, more than just rhyme,
It’s a fusion of soul, it’s a moment in time.
Flowetry, feel the beat of the heart,
Every line a beat, every breath a part.
From the lows to the highs, from the start to the end,
Flowetry’s the language we speak, my friend.
Verse 4: The Power of Words
Words are power, like the fuel in the fire,
They can lift you higher or take you down, mire.
A syllable’s a spark, a sentence is a blaze,
When I speak, the world listens, caught in a daze.
From the streets to the stage, I carry my truth,
In every bar I drop, there’s the spirit of youth.
The older I get, the more I see the game,
But I stay true to my essence, I’ll never be the same.
They said I’d fall, they said I’d crash,
But I’m still standing, and my words still flash.
Every line I spit is a reflection of me,
And when I rhyme, it’s like I’m setting myself free.
I learned to speak in verses, to channel the pain,
To speak what’s unsaid, to release the strain.
Flowetry ain’t just art; it’s a method of survival,
A language of the soul, a voice for the revival.
Outro: Shotty B’s Promise
So here I stand, with my pen in hand,
A poet and a soldier in this lyrical land.
From the block to the top, with my mind and my flow,
Shotty B’s the name, and I’m letting y’all know:
I came to create, to elevate, to inspire,
To lift you up higher, with my words that fire.
I ain’t just spitting bars, I’m speaking my truth,
’Cause flowetry’s the weapon I use to break through.
So, listen close, let my voice set you free,
In this world of chaos, we need more poetry.
Shotty B, signing off, but I ain’t gone,
My words live forever, like a timeless song.
Conclusion
Flowetry Shotty B is a blend of the inner city’s raw emotion with the elegance of lyricism, a journey through struggle, triumph, love, and self-expression. It’s a reminder that poetry isn’t just confined to the page, nor rap just a collection of words. It’s a fusion of thought, rhythm, and soul—where each line carries the weight of the speaker’s journey and the listener’s potential awakening.
In the end, Shotty B isn’t just a persona; it’s a movement—a metaphor for anyone who’s ever had to rise from the ashes of their own battles and transform their pain into something beautiful. The beats, the words, and the flow—the truth flows through them all, echoing a timeless message: You have the power to speak your truth, and your truth can change the world.
