No need for accolades
I am not perfectly made
I am not well behaved
I wished many to their grave
I’ve done dirt that will amaze
Once set something to a blaze
My hands have been bagged
Sin is in me like a main artery
I am not a saint nor do I try to be
I am driven by what’s inside of me
I am not related to society
Conformity that’s not me
I’m a beast released
Unchained and free
Still remain the same
No change
Just dollar bills
Whipping wheels
Hollywood
Beverly Hills
Baldwin Hills
Sunnyside up
Scrambled
On a platter