verse 1
dog, they acting like I’m fraternizing with Death Row and them
backsliding in speedos and tims; but pea coats i’m in
adorned with flair pieces, that reflect the loves
and the belief systems, of a man who seeks wisdom
knowledge, understanding, freedom and truth
and some avenues to make green from his blues
assuming cash makes you more of who you tend to be
so chastity belt ordered for thorn embedded deep
man in flux numbing to what was once sacred
the choirboy who left his bible at the gas station
now an unraveled, much madder, bum rapper
that the forty plus baby mothers lust after
man i don’t know, sounded cold when i wrote it though
a little colon flow overdose jokey joke
never mind me, just setting my mind free
head stuck in the sky just speak what I see
Chorus
streams of thought brought to you by the
author himself, think bulimics over porcelain knelt
every portion is felt, it's more than just words conjoined
to form verse, to whom it concerns, this is the purge...
verse 2
in too deep with sheets of loose leaf on my Jhoo Rhee
nobody bothers me, reloading the armory
voluntary solitary nodding very spastic
plotting every bar to bury thought of any slap stick
no distractions in the crib, feel like a new born
detached fully from society’s food cord
i ain’t the best friend, no defense for pretending
that my ringer’s dead, other than strengthening zen
doing chores, sharpening sword, prepping my threads
notepad on my ironing board, pressing the pen
into papyrus, rapping to static hiss
trying to capture bills bigger than platypus’
'til then tying belt tighter than three corsets
pooling my resources, to record these portraits
and ain't applying powder to pores and pimples off screen
no glamour shots Sears studio soft gleam just
chorus
verse 3
i was backed up, in a funk, pushing from the gut
wouldn't budge only able to muster up
more of the emo adventures of
flows sounding right at home over Tender Love
lounging lazily, watching the tube feeling ashamed to be
'cause dude from Everest kept on berating me
sick of that environment, gave my behind a kick
got up out the hellafied rut i was hiding in
listen, i didn’t wanna be Bell, i'm a better Devoe
but i gotta be the lead if i'm ever to blow
just a, regular Joe, but i'm mega with flows
and can build with the affluent and the beggars and hoes
and that’s authentic discourse, it’s what i live for
it’s why the spit force listener to stick fork
right into the meat and feast on, well done
yet i still bleed on each song with these raw
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