honeslty, you dont even know "him"

dont even know exactly where to start

carping for bitches with no heart that love to be split apart at

fish spots burning up like the kettle but acknowledging ms.pots

wrist watch, pause and ask for the time pulls out her cellular and you know its mine

got her mouth open she doesnt mind not even saying shit like a mime but she minds

if we take a minute to discuss over shots and other plots

as the hops make the judgment calls flop, stop and inhale someone else s fresh crops

he awakens and isnt very shaken from the anticipation of his temptation

been sleep for too long missing whispering eyes information so he takes his time

but isnt pacing, overtime he cant take it, he explodes to show his love for the

nevermind as they both get clothed in zero time he sparks a fuckin marlboro and leaves

his T M, the zoro sign on the backs of bitches

he smacks the clitoris with his parseltongue then sit backs a minute and

absorbs what hes done

well

that was fun

back to where he had begun with nothing and no one and smoking gun

takes 2 in time of peace for time of war he just tries to occupy

the only thing that really keeps him alive so he stays somber in his mind

facial expressions same as his mind is reflecting

protecting so little yet so much, an ego and quotable other stuff

hes slightly crossed id rather be taken apart in no time or not at all

regrets alot he guesses over past mistakes he stresses

wishing people could see him in a different light

hopes its green hopes itll fall together when the times right

despite all his flaws we watch him crawl to the tree of knowledge and naw

guilty for something he cant ever apologize for because its not that simple

this knowledge he tries to trickle down to whoevers around but they are amused as if hes a clown

confused he paces and just looks around wonders if itll be like this wherever

but he knows no other place like home

he doesnt want to make any sense or dollars he just wants people to stand togeth

for the misunderstood whats sad is the unlikelihood of that reality

so we fall back to genesis and trying to find robert and gurus exodus

despised disliked distorted dark doubtfulness dubiousness

has people ignorant as kids even fellowships been thrown out like peach pits

somewhere we find him tucked in to a cube of belligerent width

trying to escape peoples intolerable wit equivalent to distasteful bullshit

covering up their own flaws he stills naws unentertained he holds all applause