Lego Batman (unfinished)

Top-of-the-class disaster turned laptop rapper.

Hoodies cover the mac like laptop wrappers.

Hood covers my back like paper to books. Each chapter:

verses to(2) hooks like fighting one pirate captain, another right after.

Fighting back the laughter with feather swords.

For sure. Putting thoughts to music like binding leather chords

to bars. Shades of gray thrown out of windows.

Scribble pressing breasts to mouths tryna take these words to heart. Still a sin though.

Cushion - my pillow. No known indo pressed to my lips.

Only own the tech with the video clips -

smartphones. I am artist's-block prone.

Only work with dark tones. Lego batman part stoned.

Top-of-the-class disaster, this is aftermath.

This the kid that never heard of a cabbage patch.

Under-dressed. Audience unimpressed.

Dirt to diamonds under stress. Understand I'm the best. Blessed.

It's all whatever the fuck you make it.

whatever the fuck you make it.

And when you're all like "...Bruh? What in the fuck, you made it?"

I'll be like "Damn fucking right, I made it.

Fucked that shit up and slayed it."

Don't hate it.

Top of the morning, bottom-feeders. This boring.

I've got to leave here. Ignoring these tourists. Wish I was touring.

I'm thirsty when it be pouring. I can't seem to get a drink.

Call me hydroplane. Water-boarding myself with paper and ink.

Call me hydroplane. Lost track. Shun the son when it's high noon

breath and the retina's tell what that mouth under his eyes do.

Like it matters what I do at all.