More poison to the well, to some a toilet, some a veil
And avail in the invisible, embroider in a tale
You can void out the entrails, I hear these voices that regale
That every day’s a new one, I wake up boisterous as hell
As a boy I set off sail, to never believe but to see
And now I’m stuck here on a voyage I can’t bail
Annoyance of the ail, mints, porous in a pail
To a floor I guess I’ve fell but there’s still stories to rappel
A little self made confidence fix me up
Enhanced by my efforts tryna lift up out of Dixie but
These gentlemen start spitting, got me listening to Icky Thump
Slipped the sticky buds inside the pot and left em fizzled up
Think I’m frightened of success and all that
I’ll inquire to some offers and renege on a call back
Like Zelwegger had thawed that face just to fall back
Getting bigheaded I’m collecting some skull fat
It’s water weight, sometimes in a man the water breaks
You slap him in the face, don’t get dramatic just walk away
I’m in the hall of fame of these niggers and chumps
That, stick up a front, chill and mug, cuz you lit in em blunt
It’s all a game, life’s a piece of cake, a million crumbs
Fall from the sky, unknown to us, but we’re still licking em up
You can claim that you are, but I’m not an evolved species
So I’ll buy what you’re selling, make me eat some more Wheaties
Living, East of Eden where I process out my feces
Sniff em like their rose buds stick em back up my bum
One by one face it as the thing that we know that we can do
To save the Earth, recycle waste as we fashion our tongues

This space needs to get organized, cordoned tight
More than right, every word hides what keeps me mortified
Avoiding all the force inside, the sort-of-like, this mortal vice
Living in a thing all quarantined that kind of borders life
Reality’s gone, so just accept that
I’d give more effort to be strong except that
I tried existing out of the faith I see
But I got run into the ground by this fake ID

On 12 21 2012, I’ll be 21 ½, the 22nd as well
Maybe I’ll be, resting in Vail, to measure my wealth
On the trails and all my records will be forever in Gale
Database and half the race will call me set to be hailed
But that’s a whole different sale, to not be shipped in a bale
Vociferous yells got my spirits impelled
To get me on a mission to fail like Stickell and Phelps
I wanna be, rid of myself, unstable and pensive
All these efforts to be normal only made me eccentric
Which I guess makes sense if you heard on the message
Ex-centric means I was before I scurried and left it
Spending hours in my room slaving over my craft
Just so when the people asked, I’d answer, “nah I don’t rap”
I’d wish I’d, known that this pass comes with a catch
It keeps advancing you forward, but that don’t mean it runs back