poetry

somedays i just ain't got too much to say
s***s come up to me and i'm just like go away
you ain't aware of the thoughts racing inside my brain
it's a dark and haunted world, without an escape
stuck a needle in your t***y like, wow it deflates
and these jokes and smoke help me to remain sane
and these shows and hoes make me go deranged strange
natural ability turn plain janes to crazed dames
and i ain't after a wad of cash ( I want the bank)
i just wanna toke a lotta grass ( I want the dank)
i've got this r-e-s-p-e-c thing down to a t
gotta have a larger arsenal to ruin me
been on the scene for years, but what the f**k you doing g
you ain't supposed to be here, skipped class, truancy
no one miss your a*s, oh, don't speak english fluently?
niemand entgehen lassen deinen Arsch, p***y

constantly evolving in this problem solving game called life
change the time and tempo to your own, make it right
no more chasing dragons, staying up all night
but you're worse than a failure if you have never tried
but i wasn't born to live a life half a live or blind
born to perform anti-conform, and make it mine
you set up land-mines around your perimeter
just caused you some land-slides, and now i'm the winner
and i'm eat your dinner, christmas but it ain't december
you lames cant hang in the race, i'm a sprinter
and the game need a change, rejected fame, hit her
it ain't no contest my content puts your whole box set out of context
with my nonsense, that makes more sense than dollars you get paid
i'm broker than a motherfucking joke but still get laid
i like marvin gaye but tyler the creator's got AIDS