Parental Discretion Advised
Cuz i reside on the underside where i died
I ressurect myself. Take a look in my eyes
I aint ur average joe still not P. Pierre with my words
If i could get pennies for thoughts then my words have worth
Is it wrong for me to express myself
I speak from the heart is it wrong for me to feel myself
Ha feel myself. well you  feel me
My thoughts are limited to the cage of my cranium but my speech flows free
Is this wat I am suppose to be
Some sort of lyricist..NO..a floetic poetic sporadic estatic individual
That use the English vernacular for some sort of verbal visual
I only wish to expand my philosophy to the highest pinnacle
These words are therapeutic somewhat clinical
Ask me how I scibe these letters
Or how I come up with these thoughts that I constantly span
I'll say....SHIT i dont know...how come you walk on your feet and not your hands?