Betcha wondering what you were missing
The sh** I spit it's a christening
A blessing , spit say sh**
The poop from my mouth is a lesson
Im back from a place of uncertainty
My mind never changed, but f** it varies
Flow like a group of chirping canaries
f** feelings I felt, its gone, pa**ed
At long last, still unsurpa**ed
Thinking I was just the dead hand of the past
Used to throw sh** through the windows of cop cars
But that's exactly the number one cause
Brought to this earth with real sk**
sh** im surprised if im even in people' wills
Getn arrested, sh**ted, tested, when I listened to the sh**
My family suggested, I flew away, never to be contested
sh** went wrong, f** im still hitting the bong, see whos really there when you leave the earth, and come back, rebirth, the acquatince, more like the foe, sh** nobody knows
Shoutin so loud and nobody came to look, life never really goes by the book, im back and im not even shook so treated it was like I was talking gobbley-gook
So sit down and pop a crook, unhook, take a look in reference book
My names under f** up, with spit on my close-up…
Bye