My thought life is gangsta.
Oh yes, my thinking life is all thug life, son!
My thoughts sport 37 teardrop tattoos
for all my opinions that died in the struggle.
My inner attitude drinks and pours out a little liquor every time
for the thoughts that got shot down by my sanity.
For some reason you are here.
You are listening to the words coming out of my mouth
and you are wondering what I am gonna say next.
After all, I am a dope poet and I do say dope things.
And you have heard me before or you heard OF me before
or maybe you have no idea who I am,
but since I look so sexy standing here,
you figure you might as well listen
cause I might say something funny and everyone else is listening,
except that one guy who is playing on his phone,
but he doesn’t count, cause he is not you.