Alphabet agencies & rogue agents gang stalkin ' me/ they follow me when I'm awake & when I fall asleep/ they all are deep, inside my dreams/ they wined & weave, & bind to me/ it's time to leave ,,,me alone, go home ,so I can breathe/ this life I lead, was inspired by greed/ now I'm satisfied jus gettin' high off weed/ my hina's needs are kinda cheap/ just make sure that she takes the time to sleep/ she gets kinda mean, when her mind is scream/-in' & yellin at me, over anything from tellin' me / she needs my help & please, could I stop bein' so selfish, jeez...leweez...Jesus christ..beans & rice ,chiefin' pipes packed with green & spice/ a t-bone mite, be worth a free phone swipe/ all a-lone like ..we gotta find our own type...this whole hyped/ up repetitive, redundant, reppugnant, doin' thug shit, for a drug script, or just for 1 hit, or even jus' for the fuck of it / what a son of a bitch you monkeys get/ up to shit, that I'm not up for , what's up with those dummy pricks/ they can be so un- avent/- full when it comes to men...dull/ most of em' are so sentimental...mental...about their cartoon ball religion/ even the Bible says this calls for wisdom/ all the Christians...who think we live in/ a non-closed system, you better go repent son/ if the helio- centric religion is what you spittin'/ to the ones who listen...listen to you...no, no...I mean listen to your non-sensical/ from monkeys, that evolved into you/the big bang, man that's a sin to spew/ what in the globe-tardations- has gotten in to you..in 2 you...don't tell me Nasa astronauts you look up to/ cuz them fucks use, black magic/ in a space ship that's plastic/ seventeen thousand,,,miles per hour...crisis actors are bad at acting, like first responders / they got a certain posture,the. worst imposters/ I curse at doctors, that steal your purse a robbers/ goblins poppin off at the jaw, gob stoppers/ been on the bottom & on toppers/ they can if you let then, but can't stop us/ all the leaves are brown, mommas...& popp'as/ underground monsters, & round objects/ thatre un-identified/ the neighborhood I been alive/ in since i been five/ done been gentrified, much to my shug-rin & my surprise...demons with hybrid minds being idolized/ by design, they lie blind/ & steal your ears off, til your tears drop/ just the mear thought , appears lost/ on the weird crops, they've bio-engineered stocks/ til the rear flops, & the gears stop/ til the cabin pressure in your ears pop/ all the years lost, my dear mom/ hope the fog clears off , so fear not...naw..you ain't gotta be afraid...we engage, in rearrange- re- arrange-in the unwritten page/ in the book about my name that's me in stage/-stages of my deranged , life..& times..as I write the rimes, you listen to--lettin riddles loose, get a clue
FlatNasty
