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 & twenty two/ the Spanish flu , only dangers 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 scheme & observed the rewording of the first king/ revenge of the nerds, ring/ of the lords, of a thrown ,of games of thorns & 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 go '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-it-it.. all flow out....It's a painfull 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 swab 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-bull, reliable/ pay pal 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, sh-sh-she-she became a junky/ we been stayin' up three, in the mornings when I hit the bunk , sleep-/ 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-/b-b-b-b -back down on this flat ground....all this sad sound...in the backround...I'm b-b-b-b-back now ..all better.....goooood nightttt....
FlatNasty
