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