Trading Fate- in progress

Left to love unrequited,
By hand of fate,
The glove- best and fitted.

I'd trade this pair to find a new-
that combined our paths and gave me you.

It's An Art Form

I write my lyrics with a 4B pencil,
and it's all free hand,
no need for a stencil,
I like to keep my designs simple,
so I leave out the bright lights and tinsel,
my style rests on a rock,
so the only way I can flow is with a chisel,
for those that think they're hot,
they can stick to their shizzle and nizzles,
fo' rizzle,
it's lukewarm,
I'm gonna spit that fire while they fizzle,
get the crowd to move their feet like the dance floor sizzles,
I'm a steak dinner,
you punks are just the gristle,
I roll with a 116 cavalry,
haters can come with their pistols and missiles,
you've just been served a pink slip,
consider this a formal dismissal.