The words from my 'two lips' flourish..I'm mal-nourished..-
It's like a fallen child out of carriage..I'm out of 'courage'..-
These ill-thoughts are fuzzy like minks..so much I can't think..-
My life is a 'chain of events'..and I'm the weakest link..-
I can't speak or change these events..so lemme repeat..-
I can't think..disdain for my own damn GENES makes me weak..-
I'm just trying to pass my logic as text that's Mastadonic..-
A mammoth task considering that the task is phonics..-
Part college, part past hands-on..it's past my chronic..-
And still this passion surpasses the masses' knowledge..-
It's like 'War and Peace'..no one quite gets through me..-
My words are like tax refund..none of 'em quite get to me..-
See..what most of these cats make up, I face when I wake up..-
Realizing that my manhood will wake as soon as I face up..-
The biggest mistake of my youth days were my loose ways..-
From God: "Dawg you need to stop"..
Who gives a damn what you say..-