Hey man We got to talk I have some people starving And it seems you have the stalk I know it's only been a month And you've remained so consistent So please excuse my insistence But it's time to feed your flock You know I have plans on horizon But I Could give a taste of the future And I Have a big exam this Monday But you know what The class always waits for the teacher Gather my pillow and then I eat my dreams When I have to pick between sleep and food 'Cause the things that I see when I hit those seams Are the kind that would change your attitude I flow 'gainst river I reap in winter When I get a splinter I push it deeper I ask for dough When I kill the baker I'll sleep really well When I meet my Maker Life's Choking on the cinnamon But keeping the rhythm Or running in a marathon With the sharp pain of the venom I got a lot of it in my veins, though I found jukebox to put my dime in It's a special type of diner 'Cause they don't take pesos or diamonds Please Do slide in a notable quote or an anecdote I was Humpty Dumpty but nobody came to save me So I pieced myself together with my flows and my pages And soon I came to find the chaos deeply woven in normalcy And can understand why the craft is a drug to the sages Stay tuned, I got way more truth to evince, like There's always paint for canvas, if you bleed on the palette Or the source of blood that stains the golden crown of a prince Or the way that precious liquid tastes when it reaches palate Pope or pauper may not talk to Piper But I guarantee they'll both meet the Reaper And I got the conch, so do let me speak I'm not a craven soul, I won't dare beseech Better to die doing something you love Than to live doing something you hate I got a piece of the pie handed from above It's the only food that will sate You swim fast But you'll still get caught on the hook Because it's not your speed in water But the urge you forsook I have slept among the swine but I'm no prodigal son Cracked some hurdles on the track though I won't forfeit the run I'm becoming the tree I always knew I'd be Struggled through the seas of sorrow with no promise of glee I came out the womb knowing tears and sweat were key Even though my mama told me that's the OCD