On every Friday I was covered
A meal for the irredeemable coupon
I'd be an opportunist and not the coward
Low life kinda made me a streetwise clown
'Adulthood is sole control to your destiny '
I thought in detest of the fact am bipolar
Not psycho relatively speaking but dreamy,
Emphasis on what I see like a shotta angular
Figuratively am at a strategic pose
Like wild wild west am strapped to win
Make jerky movements and I'll pole
On my polar side am with the heathens,
Don't pick sides on my mama or origin?
Oedipus complex not shame if filtered,
A bit of straightnin to purify my orientations
Sexism and misogyny is toxic influenced,
'A real man gotta be in sync with emotions'
The outside is dangerous if mercy deprived
Hanging out in the open is a death wish,
But still you are bustling hard for your block
Rats flushed down the gutter for their talk
Blah blah blah you was a sneaky brat,
Delight is a smaller circle intact.
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