I tried to hold on but before long I dropped
When I awoke I was locked in the barber's shop
Trapped in the barber's chair
Oh no, they're gonna try and cut my hair
But that can't stop the Prophet
-Jeru The Damaja, "Can't Stop The Prophet"
my sights were set
on inner visions
of furthering my bling
i had a thing for the green
but the sticky-icky prevented me
from fully doing my thing
so i had to settle with simply a fling
and a week's salary ring
i flailed my arms in the air
but to no avail
because my despair fell on deaf ears
the frankie cutlass in me
wanted her to fuq me for free
but still i had to get my wieght up
so i stayed up many a late night
trying to burn those nocturnal oils
and plow through the toil and torture
but still could only muster up a measly 'have a good night'
WTF?!
apparently...I need to sleep more often
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