This is the type of stuff that folks pay to see
every word that comes out of me
it's all a reflection of my history turned poetry
That you can see for free if you look deep
I've been through the fire
so urgent and so dire
so much so that you call to inquire
about this shit that I've conspired
Are you inspired?
I hope so, I hope it takes you higher
So high that you sail above UFO's
what comes outta your mind, no one knows
We only feel the stinging darts of your mojoe's
I'm happy that my pain
can make you fulfill your gain
and make you forget about all the rain
You had last night
