Betcha wondering what you were missing

The shit I spit it’s a christening

A blessing , spit say shit

The poop from my mouth is a lesson

Im back from a place of uncertainty

My mind never changed, but fuck it varies

Flow like a group of chirping canaries

Fuck feelings I felt, its gone, passed

At long last, still unsurpassed

Thinking I was just the dead hand of the past

Used to throw shit through the windows of cop cars

But that’s exactly the number one cause

Brought to this earth with real skill

Shit im surprised if im even in people’ wills

Getn arrested, shitted, tested, when I listened to the shit

My family suggested, I flew away, never to be contested

Shit went wrong, fuck im still hitting the bong, see whos really there when you leave the earth, and come back, rebirth, the acquatince, more like the foe, shit nobody knows

Shoutin so loud and nobody came to look, life never really goes by the book, im back and im not even shook so treated it was like I was talking gobbley-gook

So sit down and pop a crook, unhook, take a look in reference book

My names under fuck up, with spit on my close-up…

Bye