MISSING YOR SMELL
AND WISHING YOU WELL
FROM AFAR,
BISHOPS IN HELL
SEALED IN MY CELL
LIKE A JAR,
MY HEART HURTS
THE BAR IS MY CHURCH
PRAISE LIQOUR,
I FIGURED IT OUT...
IM JUST A HALF RAISED NIGGER,
A NO LEGGED KICKER,
A COOK WITH NO SEASONING,
AN ILLOGICAL DOCTOR
DIAGNOSING WITH NO REASONING,
MY WOUNDS ARE DEEPENING
NO SIGNS OF HEALING,
SOON ILL NEVER SPEAK AGAIN
YOU KNOW WHY? A KILLING
SUSPENSEFUL AND CHILLING
MYSTERIOUS AND DRAMATIC,
I CARRIED ON THE TRADITION
OF BEING A FUCKING ADDICT,
AFFECTING LIVES NEGATIVELY
LESSONS I TEACH
ARE SECOND GUESSED BY ME
WHAT THE EFFFFFFF...WAS THIS DEEP?
NOPE.
