Entalude

Day 186 in exile
The weather...sucks
I continue about my rituals
I mean, my routines
In a sloppy, angry way
On the 8th floor, I set my guns to myself
The attack begins at 1330, when siesta starts
First, I will alter the space-time continuum
Thus selling twenty million records, worldwide
Look, poet, dressed like a b-boy
On a milk carton
Gettin fucked up
In a boxing match with Mohammed
And Gandi

Yo, never forget
Remember September
25th
My birthday
Peace