[Intro] All day, everyday, things in disarray— F that, I ain’t nothin’ like either, despite my girl problems, mayne— I could rap about pimps and hoes, drinks and dough, and goin’ pee, bro— Sting me with a sting-a-ray, and I’ll just float away— I’m just a lonely teen wantin’ a girlfriend— But I don’t wanna have a pea brain. I prefer the Q-Tip cleanin’ out my ears, mayne— Into the ocean… [Chorus] Crazy business ‘round the corner. That’s what life is, growin’ older. Allah tests me with these hardships. Most them mental. Ish so farfetched. [Verse 1] All day, everyday, things in disarray. Sting me with a sting-a-ray, and I’ll just float away…into the ocean, Suffocatin’, but floatin’. Just let me take a dosage of this thing we call life. Matter of fact, just hold it…and bring it back. Never been good in school, since day one, yo. Well, I was still a baby, mayne, or a creature unknown. I could add, subtract, but division blurred my vision. Straight made an incision and ate my brain, like it was chicken. [Verse 2] I’m a theatrical trailer. Or, no, I’m a teaser. F that, I ain’t nothin’ like either, despite my girl problems, mayne. I’m just a lonely teen wantin’ a girlfriend, But can’t go there, homie. But I say it’s aight. I’ll just celebrate my wife when I reach that light, ‘Cause the crazy biz is: I can’t even date, yo. I mean, it makes sense, but it’d make some people feel like mashed potatoes, ‘cause— [Verse 3] When I hit the notebook…grab a pen…hear a beat, Yo, it’s crazy the rhymes goin’ through my head. I could choose to be clean, or flow with the beat, yo. I could rap about pimps and hoes, drinks and dough, and goin’ pee, bro, But I don’t wanna have a pea brain. I prefer the Q-Tip cleanin’ out my ears, mayne. Yo, I can’t take the devil’s word of advice. He’ll turn it to ice and just burn me alive.

[Chorus] Preposterous in the clock, take a pause. Spread the crumbs, get it done. Take applause. Wear the hood, lookin’ good. See a flaw. Climb the rope, lookin’ hope in the fog. High now, you’d better not fall A giant-ass man wanna cross, Your path. Better bunch up your drawers. No, don’t you scatter. Gotta think about it all. [Verse 1] Arduous, matter of fact, is this apocalyptic tattered bit of brain matter. Fatten up a batter after the main platter done chattered down a bit, To the latter of the same ratter, Catchin’ onto laughter and fatter than the named rapper. Crawl like a caterpillar, sting like a beehive. Only difference between now and these times is the green light, I projected in my skull for a meat pie. And, between you and I, I’m tempted to crack it. I’ve attempted to smash my brain in, before, heftin’ a casket. Damn, it’s a bit of last bit of resort before crammin’ my shoe up my a-hole and detours. Don’t know where I see shores, but she’s sellin’ shells all up on the seashore. Better check up on the wee ports, lookin’ for a wee more. Or else sleep ‘till the sheep soar. [Verse 2] Fitter than a skinny chick on SlimQuick is this little bit of critter stick. Just snip it. Yeah, hit your clippers, Mr. Fix-You-Up-Real-Quick. Just cater-pill her ‘till she sick to nit-pick. A perfect picture. But I’m bigger than your sick tricks. I’m Sheepzilla. Hit the gym. Let’s slip this itty-bit of kid a fix of cricket. I don’t even blame your reaction. From all that’s happened, you wanna wreak havoc. But think logical. I can’t even say what I think is impossible. Matter of fact, it’s Sheepocketful, So empty out your ants-pants and get thinkin’ ‘bout the got-to-do’s, ‘Cause butterflies in the abdomen could use a little fries, and a burger just to back it with. This ain’t a bag of tricks. Hell, it’s that upset, That you’d even dare to think so. It sweet and she got them lips that you’d love to kiss. Huh, blow a kiss.

[Intro] Imagine a world. Imagine it twirl, swirl, tear a hole in the space. It lures sheep on all fours, toward the door. And imagine it tear the core out of place. Seldom do I ignore a cerebellum so impure. It’s Armageddon through the door, so— Welcome to my world… A world where everything is made of sheep wool. A world full of monotonous fairy tales and where the arduous fairies swell. The tales vary. Well, should the contrary sell, we should know it went very well. [Verse 1] Sickening in this business, I’m trying to run out and give this a glance, Through the eyes of a different kind of existence. It’s trapped inside my ribcage with my heart, a heart of darkness. It craves the human cerebrum and gets ferocious when I keep it starved, So I feed it everyday. Yo, I’m feedin’ it from my brain. And just when I thought it was at the worst, it had forced me upon the blank, Pages of all this fairy dust come asunder upon everything, When the fairies must and just trust the cluster of my rust for anything very blunt, But I’m takin’ it very slow, ‘cause there’s nothin’ that I know better, Than the cold wind trying to cope. [Verse 2] It’s a world full of imperfections. Not a blemish here, nor, I reckon, in the possession of everything sheep. It’s just too tragic, ‘cause none of it happened. I’m talkin’ ‘bout disaster struck upon the Titanic. Had it never taken place, I would’ve shredded up my face, And forgot about saying grace. I would’ve looked up toward the space, And not known how to explain, but, homie, it occurred, So I’m searchin’ up all my words in the dictionary and the sore eye/thesauri, Saw what I learned. In everything I’ve related, I’ve tried to phrase it, In the proper sentence and words that I vibrate with. Like, I know a girl that I’ve known was no pearl. No, she’s better, and that’s for sure. And that’s the good inside my— [Outro] World…

[Chorus] The creeps (the creeps) from the underground to the streets (to the streets) They might come and get you out your sleep (out your sleep) So you better watch who you meet (who you meet) ‘Cause they just might be one of the creeps (the creeps) Hungry and they out there to eat (to eat) Never really trust what you see (what you see) And you better watch how you speak (how you speak) ‘Cause they just might be one of the creeps. [Verse 1 – Sheeplocks] They wring out their teeth and gnash at whatever they see. Homie, it’s supposed to be anything from an alibi to some brother who’d vouch for ya. But the vultures get ya no matter what. They out to get ya. Creepin’ out at night, they don’t even got insomnia. No, they got nostalgia for what they piranha teeth can sink into. Take you in for an interview, holdin’ more than interludes. You’d think that they be into you enough to f your life up. No time for a funeral. No, they got that knife up and stick you in the jugular. Than they fix you up nice enough to be cut up, but, Breathin’ by the second. I reckon, You’d better watch your step and watch out for their presence. Look. They’d never slow to choke a bloke. Homies better lonely than on their phony list, ‘Cause they never fail to piss right up in your abdomen. Brother, watch out for— [Verse 2 – Konvoluted] They don’t have any interest in your well-being. Only interest in your mounting interest in a loan, in a car, in a credit card in roam. Financial chrome is kicking at your door dome. They don’t care if you aren’t even home. Knock, knock, knock, like they’re pickin’ at your lock. Knock, knock, knock, they’ll kick you in your cock. All they do is mock and knock our socks off. I say we knock their blocks off, but they knock us back with the even bigger bombs. Who are we? What are we, the Crazies? Or figuring out the maybe? Respecting our ladies? Taking care of our babies? Society is brainwashed. It’s pointless, like a carwash. Our government is hogwash. Take it to the Congress. Now we’re making progress. Now we know they’re monstrous!

[Intro] Sheeplocks has a new mixtape called “The Inevitable Mixtape.” Why don’t you give it a listen? This song right here is “The Bright Side of Life.” Alright? Nice. [Verse 1] It’s a rainy day, got me packin’ an umbrella. While I’m down and out, the flowers ain’t so fed up. I’m watchin’ out my window as they reach for the clouds. And I’m in complete darkness with this forest all around. But, meanwhile, the flowers are so shriveled in a different universe, Where I’m crawlin’ out my window. I land head-first on the big pile of ash. I was workin’ on the harvest, but that would never last. But, where I’m at, now, I can’t leave the house ‘cause the plants are sproutin’ out, And my house is in doubt if it can hold together with the trees all together, Clumped up and as the whether rain or whether never sun. Anyways, it grows forever and I don’t know if I stand it either one, Whether sun or rain, gotta choose one, mayne. But the bright side of life, equilibrium in life. Whether in sun or rain, I think I’ll be alright. [Chorus x2] The bright of life, despite times applied. Despite the time supplied, I’d like to find it right. I’d like to find it nice and heighten likes of light. I’d heighten likes and find the bright side of life. [Verse 2] My smile is so wide, it reaches ear to ear, nose to nose, But my nose so long, it reaches down to my toes. I smile when I shouldn’t, smile when I couldn’t, smile when I wouldn’t, And that’s just how I put it. But, meanwhile, my ears are so droopy in a different universe, Where my eyes are lookin’ loopy. Ooh, you talkin’ to me? ‘Course not. Oohy, I’m the opposite of Lucy. No one knew me. Would I rather be despicable or a man so miserable? These decisions are so physical, my mental wants a funeral, So I send it flowers big as an elephant, contrary to the little one tinier than 50 cents. If you don’t mind, though, I’d like an equilibrium, The bright side of life, shinin’, blockin’ out delirium, ‘Cause the bright side of life, equilibrium, delirious or furious, I think I’ll be alright. [Bridge] What the hell is goin’ on? Because I’m blinded by the sun. At once, I’m melting. I can’t take it. So, what we gon’ do but just face it? Meanwhile, I was shrouded in darkness. ‘Cause the sun’s so heartless. Thus my face is paralyzed. Why not just create a paradigm? [Verse 3] Tell me how the world be if we all girly. Homie, I won’t go there, but neither am I scurvy. Sugar, spice, all nice. Respect to the females who ain’t made of ice. And, yo, I do my own thing. I just rap, won’t sing. Don’t snap at home team. Lookin’ for my own queen. Balance for the whole thing. Don’t tip it, homie. We need an equilibrium to keep away delirium. The bright side of life means things just bright enough. I kinda like the life when nobody smites a bruh. Peace to ya, girl. Huh, let me just smile at ya. But don’t take it wrong. This world is just riled up. Ain’t nobody filed up, But to fight with fire. They dismiss the mental. They claim physical desires. But you need the mental to balance things equally. Both worlds work together and include the chivalry. See?

It was a great pull. I was grateful for the stabilization of my cradle, But best to be indifferent, I wanted to be a witness. So I listened. And, in the next minute, the end was replenished, blemished, and given a slight mention. While at this, my dialectic tone was finest in the snow, Of the dynamics of a globe when perceived higher acrobatics. So it was inferred with a little flick of words, changin’ images and echangin’ them, This way and that. Make ‘em turn. I didn’t think it asinine. The sore eye/thesauri thought it was absurd, ‘Cause my car was in reverse while I was lookin’ out front. Then the purpose of the verb was in churnin’ it once. This was all indefinite, so I looked for perfectionism, And impressed the rhythm until I invested this in a little of abstract prerequisitions. But it’s all unknown in the end. Don’t know what it’s been. Or, how, if again, I’d do this in best a performance as if I weren’t finished. This was particular. I was riskin’ her, her beauty so perfect, But my picture was in a distant blur, Only because I brought it with my when I’ve been the worst. I’ve slung this sheep wool on my shoulders, fancied I was a soldier. The paradox of Berrylocks in every spot of very odd holsters. It bolstered my composure and, as I grew older, the colder it got, While fire was, in whole, burnt and crisp to smolder the next bloke. I thought I already told ya. So I’ll wait for the future. I’ve been waitin’ since noon about four years ago. I thought I knew her. But I wasn’t used to any bit of this new turn of events. I killed the rooster, so I overslept some. Hell, I’m still half-asleep. I still need to get up. I can’t open my eyes. My eyelids are heavy, so I don’t even try. The attempt was petty. And I “slept walked,” exactly verbatim. So, if my eyes lookin’ closed, Ain’t ‘cause I’m half-Asian. It’s just insomnia, awake in this dream state. So, if I don’t go to sleep, I really couldn’t awaken. I’ve got patience, so no need for me to restate, what I thought I’ve already said, But I’ve only said it in three ways. So while people trying to save their relations, I wait to see if mine will happen. Ain’t no better way to pass the time, Than if I just keep rappin’. So I write my first love poem while I wait for her, patiently. And, while it’s all unknown, ain’t no such thing as complacency. But I run it optimistic while she’s out there in the distance. Hell, I’m in no hurry. I’m still just an infant. The thing you call “love” is my synonym for Sierra Mist and, Oops, I mean Sprite. No, Crush. It’s all soda, no difference, ‘Cause ya’ll know I avoid the cooties. I ain’t ready for that sickness, But hold on to that thought. I’m gonna want her in a minute. And I don’t gotta speak. It’s best kept to myself. My hippocampus doin’ fine and my medulla doin’ well. And as long as I got faith, that’s really all I gotta know. They say opposites attract. She’s the sun, I’m the snow.

[Verse 1] He was only there for the special arrangement. Little did he know: Nothin’ would ever be the same. Things were changing. He made it to the place. Go to 247. Maid been comin’ and goin’ without makin’ a bit of statement. The house ain’t been kept and the proscenium’s the matrix. He took a few steps and inserted the key. Openin’ the door (ho!) what did he see? [Chorus] Yo, it was a floor plan, complete with a doldrum. He fell to the ground. Yo, his knees couldn’t hold him. ‘Cause it was just a sketch, just a sketch, Drawn floors, drawn walls, drawn desk, drawn bed, All measured out, thought out, thawed out, just led. It can easily be erased. All gone, just fresh. He backed into the hall, starin’ off into the distance. White walls, white floor, no ceiling. Sky’s the limit. [Verse 2] And it’s infinite, eternal white pain. Don’t like it, better lick it. He walked into the room, closed the door. He was a kid, again. A world to be filled. A world to rebuild. When there’s only white walls, there a world to reveal, So he bringin’ out that #2. Oh, you know you wanted to. He drew himself a spaceship, climbed in, and launched up. He knew what he was doin’, like he workin’ with his palms up. And he knew right then: nothin’ would ever be the same. Things were changin’, mayne, ain’t no way to explain. Whether in the sun or rain, I’ll be alright. Go ahead and play, seize the day. Carpe diem. Right now, I’ma do what I gotta do. Gotta stopper fools, stop the fumes, not perfume. What ya knew ain’t at all what it been. But it is what it be and it will be, again. [Verse 3] He was only there, but he was also somewhere else. Standin’ in place, he was starin’ at his shelf. He didn’t apprehend it. Yo, he wasn’t even thinkin’ of it. Wife walked in, wanna know what’s with her husband. He was in the room, but, ooh, his mind wasn’t. It was within itself in a whole other dungeon, but with white walls, white floors, White knobs, white doors, all waitin’ their turn, fresh to be ingested and, Turned into something. It’s whatever, you suggest it. It’d be too damn bad, If nobody had their breakfast, so go ahead, eat your eggs, or whatever, you name it. No aliens around, so take your time, I’m patient. He was gapin’ at the scene, Before his wife had intervened. She shook him by the shoulder and, surprised, He hit her teeth. She fell to the side, head bangin’ on the desk. She was dead before she knew and he thought it was a sketch.

I can only describe to you whatever may be happenin’ outside the booth. I can only explain in words what my mind sees fit to obtain in verse. I can only say what my mind reveals. I can only speak when the mic stands still. I can only stand when my legs don’t tremble. I can understand if it’s time to let go. Just hand me that pen and pad of paper. I can only write when it’s now or later, But I can only speak when I got it all down. I’m a straight-up poet and I’m sayin’ it proud. I write what’s in my soul. And I just had to let you know. My name is Sheeplocks. Let’s get more acquainted. I love to rap and I rap love. Ain’t it about whatever’s flowin’ in my mind? I’m a lover. I’m a fighter. And I will not resign. I was born in the Winter and I love the Summer. Opposites attract, so you can tell that I love her. I’m a Muslim. Allah is my therapist. My name’s Salahuddin and I am not a terrorist. So, since we got that all cleared up, let’s go out and hang up all the weird stuff. Yes, I’m a strange human being whose tongue was torn apart, By the band of cats. As you see, I’m very odd, ‘cause— I’ve got nothin’ I can try to explain. All I can tell you is that nothing’s the same, again. I can only talk when my mind’s chilled out. I can only think in the shadow of a doubt. I can only walk when the road’s gone cold and I don’t ever vibe to the same old flow. I can never say exactly what I’m thinkin’. I can only try, but always with a distance. I can only be whatever I will. That’s why I’m perched up on this window sill.

[Intro] Whatever don’t kill me comin’ in my pocket, ‘Cause ya’ll know I can do with a little bit of knowledge. [Verse 1] I was walkin’ down the road for a late night stroll. When it ain’t Konvoluted, yo, you know how it goes. Shapes began to shift and I felt my mind drift. I felt like an owl goin’ global with a spin, So when the road got cold, I had to shuffle, again. By the time I got home, I had to pick up the pen. Then I climbed out my window and contemplated descent. By the time I had jumped, yo, my feet were upset. But I was doin’ fine. You might call it suicide. I prefer to call it hope when my goal isn’t crucified. Dear Jesus, I was lookin’ for you back home, Until I took the highway, luggage full of backbone. And I found you with Muhammad (s) and Moses in the same place. It was a buffet. Yo, I had to say grace. So I sat down, hands raised like this, And I had to thank Allah for this wondrous gift. [Verse 2] There was almost no curriculum. I was gonna rap on a different drum, Flow to a different pace, rhyme in a different scheme. But it was all just a little thrum ‘till the place I’m in just came at a different speed. And I can never complain, ‘cause there was never a fork. There were only two ways, all three of which came to another face, Crossin’ over to another phase, holdin’ onto nothin’ fake. What a day it’s been. I’m in my late night stroll, My mind on a different pattern. When I got back to consciousness, I was in a river, paddlin’ all along and against the current. But I hope my boat don’t crash, ‘cause I don’t got insurance.

[Chorus] Folktales deem of a sheepish MC. His name was Sheeplocks. That’s all, it would seem. Folktales deem of a sheepish MC. His name was Sheeplocks. That’s all he can be. Oh, he can dream to master the scene. But only can these ever set him free. Hold that thought. It’s never late for a breeze. Fall from the sky and know it was a dream. [Verse 1] I was only there for the special occasion. Little did I know that they’d run observations. She been eyeing me long, like I had no reservation. She said, “You need to leave.” And she sounded so irate, then. I didn’t wanna fight, so I stepped outside. My car was being towed, so there goes the ride. If only it had been a cold, Milwaukee, night. I turned back to the door before I caught her eye. So I stood there, just shiverin’ and all. It must’ve touched a soft spot, ‘Cause then she broke the law. She opened the door to let in the random bloke, Who she didn’t know was Sheeplocks and was givin’ the show. [Verse 2] When show time came, they called me to the front. She held me back, like “Move it and you’re done.” So, when Sheepy didn’t show, they looked around the room, Everybody all thinkin’ “I hope he comes soon.” I raised my hand I said I was him. They all stared and that lady looked grim. She was in trouble just for lettin’ me inside. I read it all in the manager’s eyes. I had to act, so I ran to the stage. Before they took me down, I had something to say. I put it blunt, rapped straight to the core. By the time I was done, all they eyes were sore. They stared for a moment, all frozen in time. Who knew the dude rapped or he even spoke a line? They all applauded. Then they askin’ me, “Akh, what the hell’s your name?” Well, hell, I was Sheeplocks. [Verse 3] I stepped off. They all got what they wanted. The lady was impressed. I had a brain and a stomach. I stepped out in the cold. The tow truck stopped by. They came to see the show, And, behold, there was my ride. I stepped inside and turned on the ignition. I rolled on when there was almost a collision. I just missed the car, but I was still not in control. I almost crashed, again, when that green went gold. The roads were so cold, they been damn near frozen. I didn’t wanna die after how I’d done my opus, so I rode on slow, Flowin’ uphill, so when my car slid to reverse, I was headed for the toll. I was headin’ backwards towards a river of steel. The current was strong and that green closed the deal. There was nothin’ I could do. I would die, it seemed. That’s when I woke up and knew it was a dream. [Outro] Cold in the breeze, it was low enough to freeze. I don’t even know how the song’s gonna be. Potent and free, I don’t know what it means. All of these things are the songs that I sing. Oh, I can dream to master the scene, but never will these ever set me free. I held that thought and I looked for release, but never could I see it was all just a dream.

Nothin’ on my back. I got cats holdin’ back. Don’t hold or fold gold to the track. Strained voice goin’ slow, flowin’ lax, Over beats and the hats. Lower sheets to the mattress. Don’t lack. It’s never gonna regain the strength it once had, oh, back in the day. (One day) nothin’ ever gonna refrain or deframe the frame. It’s insane. I’m starin’ through a fork, ‘cause there’s only one way. (Someday) I’ll be cold in the brain, black, but my soul’s intact. And to God I give praise. (Oh, say) if I stepped outside to the cold wind breeze, You bet my blood won’t be in stampede. (If you see) for a moment why this moment’s so green, I can sit, pick up, lift up from the dream. (And indeed) once everything freezes, freeze, blue skin, cold touch, damn tone on repeat. Step back. Get capped by the words of a local emcee. And that, right there, is the reason of I’m breathin’. Believe it, seize it, and freeze it. Still a picture in the meanest of evenings when the fiendish are creepin’. Tell me you see it. Clock back to the one done gone to the odd facts. Brackets of snow hold toes to the box pack. Not rap. Matter of fact, sorta tall back two secs. Don’t tract. Show this: The old folk told me a lot that was holdin’ it slow and it flowed sorta bold, akh. And I just don’t know. Can’t discern what it was when the cold stopped. And it’s all a mirage, so what’s real? What’s fake? Hell, what ain’t a fraud? That’s a question I’ma take up to the Lord, because Allahu’alam. It’s a turn of the block and a churnin’ of clocks. It’s a curse and a box wrapped nice, snug, and neat. Happy birthday to ya’ll. And I’m continuous. I keep checkin’ the admissions slip, just hopin’ for a bit of print. But the ink’s done and gone, like it was never intimate.

[Intro] I’m drifting wayward... [Verse 1] There’s a brain in my cranium. I’m in an asylum, though, ‘Cause my thoughts driftin’ wayward and they said I was so damn cold, In the physics, my mental the only one flyin’, yo. I know. Just bring me back to Earth. And I thought I was alone. But, hey, Sheepy creepin’ in the darkness, un-heedin’ to the wanderin’ souls. I mean, we know where to go, but decievin’ to peep us like we wear blindfolds. I guzzle water, though, like any other man, you see, I seek to make you understand, complete. I’m in a daze treatin’ my wounds to seem likely to be, Just scars upon my arms and not screw with my mentality. The physicality, abdominal, flutterin’ disparity, though, While my mind is still on it, so, I’m buried six-feet deep, covered in these sheets. My breathin’ has ceased, my eyelids ain’t creakin’, but sleep, Slid up, like I got dirt in my eyes. Hey, I don’t mind, though, Just while my thinkin’ still right. I’m driftin’ high. [Verse 2] Indiscriminate images really trying to be picturesque. Now let me finish this. I wanna take the instrument, And implement it in a different little sickly bit of bitterness. Friend, let me take your hand and we can walk together, On this yellow-bricked road, really kinda weathered, so, I wonder if you’ll know if the battered, shattered, souls, Of the worlds unknown are starin’ at the same sun. They starin’ at the same one, like it’s how we communicate. Belated, ain’t it, in favor of a plain one. I twist it imperfect, purpose of the convergence to initiate a sermon. And it’s dilated, concernin’ a certain curvin’ of her thighs and eyes. Ain’t it the same bloke peepin’ through the window, pokin’ his eyes, Tryin’ to catch a little disco? Yeah, he was that same bloke starin’ at the moon, now, While we lyin’ on the grass, plastic and just assumed now. [Verse 3] I’m nostalgic of the times. I know it fresh in my mind, ‘Cause my Sheepy, sleepy, self just feel it tingle down the spine. And I know it’s fine, ‘cause I know she’s fine. I hop into my time machine, but that’s where it draws the line. And my design is compatible to the shockin’ and shakin. Piece of ish can withstand all the horrid vibrations. I made a mistake, though, in thinkin’ it could withstand the pure sensation, ‘Cause my chewy, fluid, gum struck it dumb in the cranium. Yo, it won’t make it, ‘cause, through space and time, I’m in my stadium. Tyrannical animals snarl, growl, at my geranium. I feel intimidated, like I don’t got my space, anymore, ‘Cause they readin’ my face, just like a face-book. It’s horrible. And so I opt out. I don’t want this no more, and so I hop out, My time machine. It shrivel and snivel. I knocked its life out. Esquivel didn’t warn parental that she’d be knockin’ my lights out, So I turned the lights out and snuck out the backyard. Man, if that dog were awake, I wouldn’t have made it that far. Yo, I said, “F it,” and I hopped out the studio, so I could rap it up with substance. And it’s explicit. I packed it up and shipped it out without askin’ for her opinion. I said, “It’s like Wonder Bread,” ‘cause it’s a wonder I still love her. She makes me feel good. It’s surreal, like I’m in Wonderland. Yeah, it’s so terrific. I wrote my author’s note, but I wrote it descriptive. And my black and blue fingerprints paint a smile so innocent. I listen to the dial-tone, bob my head, and rap more. The clock strikes twelve, but an odd façade stares cold and chill. I tell the bank teller, “Female foibles trouble a fella.” And she nod, starin’ at my glock. She made a move to run, so I squeezed the trigger. Batteries run out the clock, so I lose my little finger, She dive, kickin’ Matrix. My whole round unloaded, but, thank goodness, she made it. The definite indefinite creepin’ and crawlin’ towards dismemberment. I decapitate the sun fall. Ooh, that was fun, ya’ll. I’m workin’ towards the betterment, Stressful and chest-full of veterans. Crystals and fistfuls of letters and, There’s nothin’ I know better than myself. Hell, that’s a lie. Better, I know berettas that be pointed to the sky. But I am done with that and, yo, this Sheepy best be goin’ to sleep, So I ain’t a fiend, it would seem, when faced with the gleamin’ knees, ‘Cause I got a dream, and, please, don’t intervene. For real, goin’ strong, homie only King Kong. When the rowin’ goin’ tough, pack it up and shoot long.

[Verse 1] Sittin’ in the corner, darkest spot in the premises. Shrouded in the darkness, the homie wasn’t ever lit. Better this than ever that, Coiled up in epitaphs. Never had a reason to breathe, And he was only in the darkness ‘till the daylight ceased, blinkin’ out of existence. Ever freed from the chains of the page & the moments that we hold if the daylight came. And I remember it clearly, as if I’d seen it with my own eyes. He stood for a moment and reached for the bold skies. Oh, my, and in an instant, It all came down in a whole tide before he ceased to listen. This is the same time around that I discovered the difference in a pristine prison, When the sunshine shone everywhere but where he’s sittin’. The conditions were vicious, but only because the missus was missin’. It was suspicious and vindictive and a little slip of diction. He sat down again and gripped his head. He gripped the pen. He still was in this path of darkness, his only friend. He didn’t know what to do, But the only thing with significance in this moment of ignorance, Was the endurance of the membership. And he looked to the sky and said, “You never mentioned this.” But he’s forgotten ‘bout the person that he left it with. [Verse 2] In whole, the whole vision winked off in an instant. The memories persist, but they’re no longer in existence. So he stared off into the distance and he left the darkness, never to look back, ‘Cause it was all forgotten. The jargogle made him kench, This hoddypeak in widdendream. The twitter-light was yemeles, And midnight and sanguinolency. But he didn’t freck, as if his friend was not a jollux, ‘Cause he still had the mentality tomorrow was promised. And, indeed, it might have been. He was sure as the night was grim. And when the lights went dim, the stars faded, in addition. And the moon disappeared, as if it never existed. And the blackout, so illecebrous, held him long enough for him to be subject to this. And he always followed suite, like he was on a brannigan, Drinking in the darkness until he went mad, again, With nothin’ on his back but a malagrugrous spine, Reachin’ into cerebellum. He was useless in the mind. And his skin horripilated, but he couldn’t really register. It’s horrible, ain’t it? Nay, it’s too brazen. Yet even light was impetrated. Faceless faces made it to the basis of bases, flakin’ traces of these places. The basement was naked, deprived of bein’ in placement. And his steps were eternal. The blackout was fletcherizin’, And he divagated, in turn, a burnin’ wretchness on the back of his neck. It was inevitable. He created the sketch. And he could never erase it, ‘Cause the blackout in his mind had forever made him faceless.