i'm on a corner and i don't wanna be there
senses screaming beware
stomach screaming
"all i ate was eclairs"
muscles screaming due to all the deep tears
head pounding due to all the screaming

eyes aching due to being forced to see
dudes using torture as a sport
their wills forced on me
they ain't what they purport to be 

never had a slew of yung wolves that could report to me
no monkeys on my porch with me
i am not a monkey
this is obviously sorcery
some say
blame gunplay and what it scorched in me,
fool, walk to the store wit me 
tools
they come accordingly 
and it don't matter who's recording
 they snatching jewels assorted
 wish i had a warp whistle so 
i could play a tune loop it n
boom take a shroom
ignore it 
dangling over the edge
entire views distorted 
the trajectory is plotted out
your lord loaded a man-shaped bullet n shot it out 
cups runneth over but we spill not a drop

you can make mistakes in your house
but when you on this
alpaca you gotta blot it out 

until i reach the top? nah
i'm at the top bottom n sides too
 u ain't gotta slide thru
stay where you at
i'm there beside you sweeping up all the crime clues 
serving crucial platform pointers
and design cues 

check the brush strokes up close
 it don't matter who clutch toast
who wasn't or was a ghost 
i'm crushing folks
unprovoked, matter of fact
unbeknownst