Influences

I spike on the wing
I guess I prod just to fight
I like things brought to light

Heist the very ring of a hot night!

Christ was wary to bring what he brought tight
Parry and sling, convenient pings editors “got right”
Precarious I swing, never a hint of appeasement when I pop bright

But verily I sing my blues and amour from the top for my might
Ensnaring quakes when I'm very baked and due for more to bite!
This bare naked troubadour wakes and pours lore from the heights

Of magic castles in the stratosphere and diving to spear
The tragic mathroll to get past fears riding to the very nadir
The mangled scenes where the worst of humanity appears

Jotting it all over, bothering to splotch every one-off into the blotter
Because Water is my Father and Southside is my Mother
Clout and vibe for my druthers,

Outlaw's mouth and a side of “DON'T HIDE, FUCKERS!”

I ride my luck for every shit test
When I buck pearls to be whirling every hit-list
In the blitz messes I tend to get concurrence from the witnesses.

If it didn't occur to some of them to get with it?
Then be sure that time extends only a little bit
I can't make amends on what's ever to happen

On the bends and boughs from my actions
Just stand to read, the stamps and needs
Of the land I seed, the hands I used to feed

The man I had to be; set it forward
Judge every gram of me; repping WarLord
Showing from the start

Growing hard from going up in parts
Chunks to get whole in the raw blur
Avuncular role to father

Fallen from a missive unrestrained
A heuristic stain
For sure, this shit is manipulative and lame

Knowing from the start
I'd be growing through parts
And getting high on the role of that

Spanking the bio-dad
Fall-outs after call-outs
Clever rocking moments

And I kept every document
Unpublished, wankers be glad!

I showed some heart
Blowgun dart, Shogun of this Art
My role was hard

Past keeping them from harm
Past sleeping, dreaming of the farm
Past 24 miles to walk to work, unarmed

Repping WarLord on the scene
Knows to shore up his Queen
Maintain what needs to be seen

Inside a craven spree trample
Outside I set the example
To the chillun's as to how a Queen

Is handled, how she stands to roll, how a man holds.
But even an animal knows
Those who can't stand on their own just go

Past the depths of our fears
Expecting to live in the very nadir
So I gave all I had to give for years

Played, swayed and ribbed in the mirror
Knowing this way wasn't clear
Growing layers and weary

Beyond measure,
But at least I could still hold treasure in here.