my father waited for me to hatch
so he could throw me away in the trash
I was snatched out of his hands
faster than his dik came out
of his pants
he couldn't understand
why he couldn't foil the plan
hands down I had the upper hand
he gave mama a backhand
she was so dizzy she couldn't stand
I couldn't stand to watch
so I kicked him in the crotch
ran away to granny's house
she sat me on the plastic couch
put butterscotch candy in my mouth
this story goes deeper than this
I wish I wrote about other things
but my inner child has a voice
and has to sing not because
I'm happy not because I'm free
let me rap let me spit some
like a submachine gun uncut no smut
somewhat corrupt no plans to give up
until I've had enough of all the stuff
there's danger everywhere even more
dangerous if you're living in the bluff
I'm just saying I'm not playing
my tribe is bricklaying
swinging an ax dropping trees
on their backs
relax take the load off
your backs
before you collapse
those who don't understand
don't clap
stand back
while I fill in the gaps
peel back some caps
have a snack
take a nap
I'll be done in a snap