I'm getting Dis-Lex-ick/ once I get to scribblin' the best shit/ that I've ever confessed get/ all of the rest quick, that I've never invested/ in because I wasn't impressed /put them to the test, like the good for nothin' stress that manifests from the S.A.T's or whatever bio-engineered covid 19/ ..twenty, one & twenry two/ the Spanish flu, only dangerous you, can manage to actually prove , was the fact that actors ,they move/ actually schools, fraternities, determine things like where these urban kings get to serve their dreams like they deserve their cream, perverted the whole cream & observed the rewording of the first king/ revenge of the nerds, ring/ of the lords of a thrown of games of thorns and crowns & horns & sounds/ bout to storm down to the cellar door , pound & warn the whole town that the telephone poles down, not enough data to fo round. ..like a merry go now...so loud.....so have , no doubt...like that blonde lead singer so shout...and let it all flow out ...yeahhhh...let it..it, all flow out....It's a painfully process, to regain the losses/ we've been trained to off set, what our brains could process/ all the games & conquests, to maintain my pawns check/ or to obtain a swap let's, remain on target/ their games are garbage, try to maintain an argue-/ ment but the rain has obvious-lee drenched/ anything viable, valuable, plyable, mal-you-able, reliable/ pay pall you girl, I'm buying you/ designer shoes, maybe a vacation on a deserted island too/ you deserve the right type of guy that proves/ his love for every single side of you/ through the good bad & the ugly/ her dad was a drunk she, she became a junky/ we been stayin' up three, in the mornings when I hit the bunk bee-/ but when I wake up see, my brain be fully funk-she-/ nin..." fully functioning?" ( Chorus) From Kay Mart to Wamart, I stay lit up like Target/ they may delay me from objects, way up in these projects / but I stay puffin' the chronic,& justice for all which/ just so happens to be one nation with a gun, under their arms ,get/ yer hands up like you touchin' the wall, sit-/ back down on this FLAT ground....all this sad sound...in the backround. Back ..back now ..all better.....good night. .
FlatNasty
