The Shopkeeper’s Wife

[Verse 1: Advizer]
Settlin' scores with skeletons dwellin' inside my high school locker
I walk the pasture with a Frankenstein monster posture (feelin' somber)
Twenty-something body trapped in a septuagenarian
I stand around waitin' for some type of preset delirium
Like my man fell in love, now he's a vegetarian
Meanwhile I feel like the world's biggest veterinarian
Takin' care of my dogs, giving aid to these cats
And every bird with a wounded wing best believe I'm trying to catch
Back in elementary school when it was cool to be dumb
I rocked my wisdom on the inside just as a simple rule of thumb
And now cats think they smart but they aren't (they aren't)
Cats think their plastic tiddlywink drums are equivalent to art
I'm rippin' these kids apart just like the blue screens they're painted on
Keep practicing those Salt n' Pepa routines to the break of dawn
And I'ma do my thing, hold it down for the human beings
Give me room to breathe so my crew and me can break these walls

[Hook]
We stuck in winter wait for spring
Keep our inner selves contained
Till the mental instru' is arranged
These four fingers to feel the pain
And the splinters that remain
Keep our injuries sustained
Just the cinder to the flame
Not with a whimper, with a bang

[Verse 2: Nomi]
I do hope pray, doughnut eater stay away
Long day, dock pay, rock cock and shorties
More ways to money make than fat men and Bundt cakes
Dunce in the corner build a bomb out of a lunch tray
That's wack Joe, you get treated like a crack hoe
King of your castle never fights his battles
I'm a front line land mine
You drop dime to the one time
And you'll find Satan sipping on your red wine
No sympathy for the symphony of cries and yells
I was raised by the Bible and the belt
Hell will be worse than you think I thought
Till I learned my people died by the cross
Worn around your neck, Jesus with gems for thorns
I'll be proud if you kill 'cause of this song
Just playin' fool, this ain't a game, it's a galaxy
Where sons want to be stars but they gotta be gods

[Verse 3: Crescent Moon]
You must learn how to compose a verse before you versatile
I claim this professional--we can make it personal
I heard it all before, you the hooker with the heart of gold
That's taken in consideration as I rip apart your soul
Play dead, I'll pretend not to notice you
When we're rollin' through bow your head to the chosen few
I'm open to suggestions on rituals I practice (what?)
Write a passage, burn a novel, read a book of matches
I got a social life I'm not supposed to like
Spittin' verses to myself and pretendin' to hold the mic, a'ight?
I fell in love with the shopkeeper's wife
But I keep that to myself cuz he's handy with a knife
Now I walk the night searchin' for persons of better worth
And I might find a way to make the situation worsen
But I'ma make a change, break the chains, state my name
Do my thang without a doubt, goin' out with a big big bang

[Hook]
We stuck in winter wait for spring
Keep our inner selves contained
Till the mental instru' is arranged
These four fingers to feel the pain
And the splinters that remain
Keep our injuries sustained
Just the cinder to the flame
Not with a whimper, with a bang