A minute is a short lapse of time to blast a rhyme some
Take an hour to try shower a microphones so they dumb
You in the wrong life if you face long strife just to rhyme
Bust mine on the spot and drop it like its hot and divine
Some cats thinking clown and sinking down into stupidity
A Town committee along with the mayor couldn’t be witty
Enough to save them but they crave to stem with right recipe
Make a slight mistake end up in a fight great with destiny
Born with hope crook like a torn notebook my pages
Don’t turn well