Crawls In, Stage Right

I’m comin off it
The Addy popping was honestly only for the talking
I need to concen-trate on how to demon-strate the raw things my jaw aches & all seems godless..

Crawls in, the tickling of my shocked skin, draws in, my thoughts quick, & sends me off in-to, dark hymns, that flog him & dog him, & bog him down with brown eyes unlocked then, He’s spinned off, Nintendo & his bong
He grins soft, but his spirit is dropped
He gets off, but misses her lips, god
Why did it have to end with the missus I need to forget y’all?

I’m comin off it
The Addy poppin was honestly only for the talking
I need to concen-trate on how to demon-strate the raw things my jaw aches & all seems godless

Hip hop pro, under the guise of them common folk
Trauma causer, goes kamikaze for all to fuckin know
& all is going according to how I flow it, but openness opens poems to criticism and know-it-, alls, going over the shit I wrote & eroding away the layers of talk, & underneath is a tall, drink of water with obvious problems deep in his heart, quantum leap into a crease, see it’s all a facade..
I’m a jester, god bless ya if you purchase my songs, but invest in my lectures, need inspectors along, shit
Need inspectors along..

I’m comin off it
The Addy poppin was honestly only for the talking
I need to concen-trate on how to demon-strate the raw things my jaw aches & all seems godless.. (x2)

All seems godless.. (x4)