1993

Blessed with my first breath back in 93’
An offspring of the 90’s
I was raised by tv, so I’m filled to the brim with useless knowledge that no one’s interested in
I rarely tend to speak, On top of that my insecurities keep me in check week after week
Just a brief moment in time where I try to dissect the thoughts that roam through my mind
On average days I carry a blank face and mischievous ways spewing out crafty rhetoric leaving everyone I come across a bad taste
Calm and collected is what’s usually presented
The daily special served with the quintessential sarcasm that I’ve been know to peddle
These rhymes are open ended similar to my thoughts nothing ever gets sorted out just shuffled and repackaged back into the box