12 feet of snow buries the mid-north all the way to the
Atlantic-Canadian states of the U.S.
It gives me the chills
when I take into consideration all the time I did,
the unqualified amounts of work I put in; still shivering from
the unimpaired strange, heinous, and callous things in this cold
world;
Cold as a naked person walking across the South Pole.
Gargantuan ass cold! You can
feel it to the bone. I don’t
dance to an e-beat or perform in a red zone anymore, I just monkey
around like a g-man to my own beat;
Yes sir! That is dope!
I didn’t return to the streets, so I don’t get a pistol or a hoe,
because muthaphuckas know I’m a let it go! Not the hardest d-boy with
Females have visions of my dickhead in their head, just give it a
million
dollars and watch it step!
No evidence to all I say I did, so I’m packing a pen like Wyatt Earp
packed a gun. Because my fight
is not with my neighbor, but those heads
of City and State who want to take my weight. Told that gopher, “I’ll dig off
in they shit to hold they weight;
Now that is the way!
Knuckle game like Jumbo! Play
like Recibo! Get treated like Dumbo!
The soundtrack to my life, every great failure has one.
