Dice

We can't roll if you can't catch my flow

Even if you box me, a cube is 3-dimensional

I've got sides that don't fit the script

Don't get it twisted I don't suggest I submit and then just flip

No, that ain't my standing - my boundaries are marked (Insha'Allah)

With faith and sincere conviction of the truth, firm in my heart (Insha'Allah)

I'm referring to my personality

I can analyze, split and spit you into bit size pieces

Or can appear to be iron fitted

Maybe so serious that you think I define stress

Or maybe just a jelly bean, colours of flava in an everyday solja

Each has it's place, marking the dice

But I've been dented having be rolled wrongly twice

Not sure how much is left before I knock out my nice

If you can't catch my flow you ain't my type

Don't judge me unless you come to know

I'm best appreciated in a package form

Even though cubes tend to get stepped on

My nature won't change - so bring it on!

Let's play the game..

It only makes me sharper so I can learn faster when to ditch the lame!