This is me
my opinion
my verse
my sermon
As records plays
and people be complaining
Saying you will never
see
be
or obtaining
Anything worthwhile
to them
everything I touch
must die
Too bad I'm always dying to live
and you
living to die
Eyes
wide open
Theirs
always shut
Mine keep moving
You still in a runt
The gonzo knife
flowing from the lips
can't cut me
Thought you knew better
You should sharpen up
Slick lips
stale tongues
too bad I can't hear nothing that not fresh enough
Sorry
no voice tones
Strange dialect
can't hurt me
Yet Sadly
I'm still contemplating
On their wordplay
exiting their mouths
affecting my Temporal Lobe
every day
Haters voices never leave
So I freeze
Time
Period
Moment
Age
Year
Date
As if I was one of batmans' nemesis
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