a born titlist no argument a true survivalist apposed to proposals refusal to signing contracts learned a lesson from the broken covenant I won't vow my life on it it's my responsibility I don't own it if I did I be free I was sold when my parents had relations it was a shotgun marriage believe me when I say "made love didn't make me" if I was born out of wedlock pops probably would of got shot by the grandmother the mother of the mother those times were "real mother's" these times are something other I can't define nor can I find the words to express how perturb I was to ask the kindergarten teacher for a valium to calm my nerves quite disturbed "Help" was my first word "no one heard it" felt like being in toilet water trying to stay afloat by holding onto a turd I rather let the sh*t go and drown in piss the way I look at it either way I'm going down no longer a baby thank God something saved me can't credit the church it's something about the hurt inside I must expound on I used to get pound on the bruises and scars always traveled to my heart the strongest muscle of all it can take a beating and still tick like a Timex staring into the sky looking at the stars like I'm at IMAX as the candle melts into a puddle of wax I'm relax like a pimp in a hat behind the wheel of a cadilac the Mac is back too slick to slip on the chalac it's wack but don't get whacked "saying that" always backstage looking from behind close enough to see not too close to get touched ready to go but not too much in a rush to do so excuse me for reaching too deep to be profound I rather jump off the boat then to be on the ship when it goes down