Just some grrrr...

Mania in my steeze, cranium breeze, no abstaining for me in spry prose
Simultaneous release when you hit the high note
Sighs invoked, side vote, ride what I scope

Revealing what every game is about
Trained and devout, real maintains clout
The feel of your name in my mouth
Gets me reeling and ripping like kissing on South

So glad to be on my way, bombing plays, ganja haze, onomatopoeia spray
See what I gab? My stock in trade
I'm not bad--I’m just drawn that way
Take the longest day, add a thousand rounds of astounding phrase play

Before mirrors and stars I bow, from ancient trust
Here we are now, entertain us
Sacred vows, holy cows, and every lane adjusts

Never a faker, but I wake up for a shiver, stake and deliver, constantly
I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti
Brain food addiction: vice of zombies
Whatever the price, put it on me

If you can't do it right, don't do it twice. Real life reveals a different slice
So many asleep on the inside
Keep watching the skies
Reap what doesn't show when you grow a disguise

Sound cramps and waves get wonkier
Phantom of the Doppler
Anthem of the improper
Ruled by a gutter-smart heart, School of Hard Knocks kick-started my art
Whence shit popped off I became equal parts
The coastal vibe, like urban Mowgli meets Southside's version of Wesley from Princess Bride, when incensed to fight emerges the empiric flow like Cyrano, offering Pyrrhic aftermath at most to foes, with too much grit stowed in like Leonard Cohen's “Everybody knows.”