Trust me, I went from theory to mental, so clearly it's central... Get it? So clearly essential, teachers find it scary I still carry this pencil...
I could write thoughts in an ice box, still come heat... The white fox... knocking the hinges off most of life's locks... Continued to cause mayhem in the middle day... This isn't a give away... this is lyrics laid on a paper; they're scribble prey... What up Scribble Jam? this is your little man... like Marlon, getting in between the borders, no middleman... Flow unexpected like a newborn baby that isn't planned So you kids can scram, food for thought on a paper -- no kitchen pan... Fuck with the wishing, I went out for what's mine... a thousand of lines, left everyone of your prowess behind... Pry through the cowardice mind, with a mental lapse that will devour his spine with enough power to knock down the two towers, combined... You ain't far ahead... I interweave words, that's Charlotte's Web... enough bars to scar the dead... till they go blue, like Marge's head... It's code blue when these bars are read (red) I'm an ...