Who still won’t see what they had.
They get things twisted like it’s their hollow followed fad.
If I miss them with my good as they miss me with their bad,
that’ll have to be all that turns out from my work to have been had.
I got creative shit to do that makes too much sense and too few dollars anyway.
You’d think instead of putting on a collar they’d let me play
so I don’t have to holler about a penny today
on Nickelodeon
about them getting a QuarterBack,
or where we go to win.
What curtains close if only hoping for an opening?
Too much that’s much too real and no pretending then.
Some take the beginning out and put the ending in
because of how they’re used to getting more
through control and discrediting,
while I don’t really even need their editing
as they incompletely remember and then forget again.
They can forget it then.
How much touch did they want from within my skin?
They’d like to give me their loss and still get my win,
and that’s unacceptable for their fortunate spin.
So what are they with my foreskin?
Darwin awards out the door again.
Wouldn’t go to Pandora for a trim
to have a box of my own in a home I go to to owe it all to them.
I know when they’re criminals in the gym,
just wanting me in to keep the incoming keep filling to the brim.
Like who would do the swim to tear me limb from limb
just to skim from it all on their very whim,
especially if I married them.
Just buried then.
I’ll just wanna be merry with my crystals,
stimulated on what’s not them going dim.
If I’m the one real turn-off then be sure it’s uncommon and I don’t have a twin.
Move on and worry not with your kin.
Whoever’s forever got a smaller concern while I got a violin.
This is what happens when I accommodate whoever piles in.
If you won’t smile for your bird or smile for your wing
then which way will it swing while it sings?
The file has the sting as you complain if there’s a king.
You’ll make the king not even want to tie a string.
Makes it just tie-dye and just a ring.
While some try and take and control, I justify what I bring.
I gave my Yang, I gave my Yin.
Some just take and want an in.
They can get out of my circle and pout about the ring.
Integrity and/or bling.
Who’s so used to getting more in a fling?
Some can go gold dig and grow old with another ding.
Even the balding Mr. Belding aint saved by their grin.
So to what is it akin?
Fake to another brother as I take it on the chin.
I wouldn’t wait to have half of your win.
I can move past your most and even laugh at your bare min.
This wasn’t bare minimumly hosting others’ swimming abilities to swim
while learning how women get checks for checking my thing,
and can’t quite get off so without or within.
So without me for the crim.
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That’s yours for him. --->