I open my eyes to the smell of blinding chowder
The ambient train peels the skinless flesh at times of rest
The handle of introduction –
A handle of conditioned dispositions
Of, of, off
A, the, soft is bought when tossed across -
A cross while legs are crossed, distraught
Think I forgot?
But at what cost?
Trick and spool the rules at school
For fif-minus-cup hours, I serve to fools
Corrupted cooperation at the head of student body
I even called while standing in the potty
But I did it for thee
He is the grain of cinnamon that nearly gave me the sea
How could this be?
I slay slere and erase the tear by quarter ’til three
But the phone rung
And my heart sings with the stings of dope-slung wings
Call me a rapper; yeah, sure -
It’s as pure as political clatter
Rap, rap, until your pockets get fatter
At will for father as I climb further, faster
That is the mask of black souls which tasks under cracked scrolls
I grow big and hit low
You reap as you sow and creep as you woe
Now you know, learn to love
You’re under a rock, yet yearn to rise above
Never fold, never fall.