My will imposed to be ill in prose but with skill I froze
On the microphone, stay bless, play chess in a Rolls
Royce with correct fate, so checkmate this mess scolds
Knowledge burn so clear I learn by ear love turn to fear
Sometime when I write a dumb rhyme not firm or clear
But be twisting behavior when they listen with favor
Never dissing the neighbor dream about pissing in craters
On the moon