*abstract

Constantly I fuck shit up
Because I’m a fuck up
Fuck!
Sometimes it’s best to keep you at bay
Rivers run dry
So keep an ocean between us
Cuz I don’t want you to harbor
Shit, like it don’t stink
Funky as you wanna be
I don’t have to stop and smell your roses
A dozen a dime or however the saying goes
Confused mind spits Confucius thoughts
Like Zen Buddhist oms and ahs
Expelling my grief like a mediated mind
Drifting like incense bleed
That’s smoke but I don’t get high
At least not off THC
Spoken word shit like spoken word high
Like my microphone is my blunt and I get so f*ckin’ high
See me in the clouds, I’m so fuckin’ sky
Like I’m sleeping with him
Impregnating me, we have haiku’s child
17 syllables of our rain drops down
Get your umbrellas out
Because I’m ‘bout to flood the market
On some bootleg shit
But I stay off the corners
I’m in corporate labs, tryina’ make that corporate cash
What my money ain’t green enough?
Cuz my skins too black—
Enough’s enough
Fuck opening doors
I’m ‘bout to blow the hinges off!
So we never slip back into the same position
Free? Not even a question
That’s the answer, what we’ve been given
Mandatory sentences, handing it out like it’s a prescription
Universal healthcare, that’s why I’m voting for Obama
So sometimes fuck ups will occur, but the beauty in it
Is embracing it all