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Box spring rhyme,

Lay it on the floor,

What is life for - in the trife war?

Can I write war?

Can I script it?

We wouldn't need to use bullets to depict it,

TV dinner rhyme,

Lay it on the table,

Lay it all out - still unstable,

Still slave for rent and still no cable,

Still independent - need no label. x2

 

TV dinner 'round the boxed TV,

Boxed spring bed lonely on the floor,

I'm weak,

Speak truth in the booth,

I could die for the proof,

Drink and drive for the youth,

I'm alive for you,

True,

I ain't good,

I ain't evil either,

But I be quick to get the tongue like a pipeful Peter,

Might go ether,

View earth from the clouds then I'd prolly never leave there,

Be square or be circled in life by trife,

Only thing I have of value is the pen - I write,

My values,

My menu been empty since ten you cant even imagine my war,

Lost 20 my pounds cause my tum wasn't filled with the grounds,

But the beef more than ever,

People are clever -

It's black and it's white but the grey is at bay as we speak,

I'm cornered - defeat,

I can't walk out the confines of Derby - my street,

Without beating my fist through the fucking concrete,

Cause these nameless Caucasians all look at me Asian,

Complainin' I'm not like the son they have raised in -

The mansions they stay in - but that's just vacation,

A place in the ghetto is hall-u-cination to they,

Rightful - the placement - for "them",

"Them" they will call them,

"Them" harm they kin,

"Them" take the food out they fridge with no price,

Gettin' welfare to check if them right,

Well that's wrong,

On them own in this world but the check I receive -

Is enough to allow me to breathe in this room with the classes of first,

Who know class is a first of priorities poor 'ol me always neglect,

Mama taught me I should always respect and can't let mutuality 'fect -

I'm in debt to the woman who shouldn't have birthed me -

It hurt me to know that the fact that I grow to this day -

Is cause Sammy's deceased -

That's the least of the problems obtained in the crease of the slalom -

I live in,

A Christain is grinnin' somewhere - understands -

Why I'm stuck with tied hands in a devilish dance,

With cold feet - Listerine and a bottle - I'm drowned,

One last dance with the Devil - I'll make this one count,

I amount TBD - it's dependent on me,

All I see is the evil 'round me - RIP -

To auntie P-A-T,

Was a cold Friday night - when I heard of the news - man that shit isn't right,

It's a fight you put up but you lost in the end,

Leavin' Ken - Bubba - Tay - couple thoughts and a pen,

And since then I have prayed for your daughters -

It caught us off guard - as an artist - this part is the hardest for me.