Audio Note: Seven

[Verse]
I jotted in my journal the words of a poet
For any motherless daughters that weren’t as stoic
I see it clear through the centre all I fear is my temper
I’m the severed ear of Van Gogh, and this is my magnum opus
I used to bend the TV antennas to get reception
Today, I helped some adolescents channel their aggression
Remotely, aided by all my audio confessions
But fuck your complexion, the ending’s the same in every section
So, when you add or subtract an ‘e’ to heroin
You’re left with two completely different medicines
Thomas Edison power, send the president flowers
A MADIDEA’s to re-up on a key of powder
Crowd of twenty-thou collected to hear me rhymin’ ether
The critically acclaimed, criminally inclined leader
I’m like a gun for hire any time I feature
Hollered at Father Time and told him that Mama Nature need him right now
The bacteria on a hundred-rack bundle
The nits on Rapunzel, the kindergarten visit to the jungle
So if we do forget our place
Simple reminder that we’re floatin’ in space shall keep us humble
Janet’s son