Guitar strummer, come pluck a beat for me...
My mixing board is broke, so I ask reluctantly.
I gotta have music so yours will have to do...
But regardless of the background the lyrics will break through.

Feelin like Kid Rock, hearing strings in my head...
But the message is rap, and will be till I'm dead.
Gotta produce the words, the phrases that flow...
Need to elevate complexity past my current plateau.

See, I'm a lyrical warrior...one that can't be killed.
Cuz everytime I lose, it's just pride that's spilled.
But don't get me wrong, I ain't no one's pushover...
I may lose alot, but come weak and I'm a steamroller.
Flatten ya ass, have ya looking like a pancake...
Piss on ya verse for syrup, let ya know ya made a mistake.
Consider me a vet, or you'll pay the price, herbs...
Cuz even fellow vets have respect for my words.

But this game is just that, one to be played...
Most of the characters fake, a simple masquerade.
Just actin out, playin roles like on stage...
Comin at this adult with their teen-age rage.

Guitar strummer, come pluck a beat for me...
My mixing board is broke, so I ask reluctantly.
I gotta have music so yours will have to do...
But regardless of the background the lyrics will break through.

I'm above all the beef, I just wanna write...
Get the thoughts on paper, yellow or white.
Make ya'll believe that I'm something real...
Drop Open Mics or battles that ya'll can feel.

All this comin from a family man...
Think up rhymes, while holdin my daughter's hand.
Throw love at my lady, I'm proud she's my wife...
Embrace and protect my shit for all the days of my life.

Cuz I worked too hard to come out of the black...
Darkness used to greet me and I'd just laugh.
Was once a monster only bred to cause pain...
Ate enough of it myself so it tainted my brain.
A seething creature needing chaos and drama...
Suddenly soothed when he sees baby and mama.

Guitar strummer, come pluck a beat for me...
My mixing board is broke, so I ask reluctantly.
I gotta have music so yours will have to do...
But regardless of the background the lyrics will break through.

I hope that these words told a little story...
I hope they conveyed my mental inventory...
I hope that perhaps you can now feel my vibe...
I hope that the imagery will help describe...

My life as a man.

Guitar strummer, come pluck a beat for me...
My mixing board is broke, so I ask reluctantly.
I gotta have music so yours will have to do...
But regardless of the background the lyrics will break through.

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Merkings will occur Monday thru Friday, 8 am thru 5 pm, C.S.T.
For my convenience, not yours!