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All alone in this four-corner room of emptiness...

Bald up - drenched in tears that flows relentlessly...

And I can't seem to see beyond my current circumstances...

A man torn apart from his dreams,

Now suicidal schemes got me barely standing...

And college has no aid for a ghetto child financially,

So he abandon his goals and search for education within the streets...

23 years old, with a tornish perspective on the world,

Cause I was told, misery wouldn't apply to me

If I was draped in diamonds and pearls...

But my acquisition of wealth was neglected

By my inquisition of truth...

And what I've come to know

Is that a man with no dollars makes no sense,

And no one gives a fuck about you...

And this life has left me stuck on stupid,

Refusing to enlighten my pockets

I guess now I'm a heart-broken intellectual

Praying to Cupid

If only my brain was inside my penis

Insanity wouldn't be an option

I'd just ejaculate this stress, and keep it stepping,

Instead I'm just lost inside this depression,

And webbed-world of obstacles

Guessing my future cause all my past left was questions

Father-less as an adolescent -

Now a father less of his son cause his mother is full of lots of bull...

I'm full with tha bull-shit

Now wondering should I tug on tha trigger,

or just pull tha bitch...

Peep tha mug on tha kid -

Sick of tha fake thugs;

Tha innocent blood - shed

I read, he who is first shall be last - and vice versa

I'm cursed by my past - now my future is lead by those lies that I've read...

Follow tha leader; follow tha teacher -

Follow me down the path of another fuckin sequel...

Tha Leonardo of flow - Da Vinci

You're DiCaprio - Get fucked by my Mona Lisa

My M.O. is lethal - plus I'm trying to get my money longer...

Burn your bridges - Todd, and I'll sink your - Titanic...

I'm gigantic - my ship's stronger god...

My floetry got these nigga's panicky

That's cause I'm the Pablo of this poetry -

Picaso - peep the Les Pigeَn

Fake niggas legs spread like grey pupon

And faggot niggas get left on - my canvas

Sick with the venereal -

I got tha dick that make a bitch turn les bian

Wanna be cereal -

Killas - y'all some corn flake niggas

Why hate tha man? I'm fake?

I bring more terror than Afghanistan

Take me for granted - tha man is Prodigal

I'm heaven sent -

Tha obstacle - you can't hurdle

I'll fuck around and turn 50 into 7 cents

And rewrite Many Men

A word-play with me is metaphor-playing with murder...

To sin again, for me is no problem

It seems to be my only option

It's a cold world

I've either seen or been through it all -

From poppin -

Clips to pills in attempt to clock my time out...

But the blocks is mines now...

I think it's time now...

To seperate the real from tha Neil niggas...

Y'all kats are living in tha Matrix -

How's it feel to be revealed niggas?

While I'm back in tha streets - y'all kats is in du stry

On my side peep tha burner -

Stay concealing more heat -

Than furnaces in tha winter...

Check my resume pretenders - I've made only enemies

Tha kats who's close to me - I call'em family

I have no fuckin friends - they don't exist to me

I keep it animal - G

orilla - only strap scrillas when I have to...

Only clapped tools when I had to...

Never clap a fool over bithces,

But a snitch - I'll leave'm baffled...

Bare foot and 9 up in ya tummy -

like a pregant chik...

My verbs will leave you wet -

You wanna bet - you can't stand nor stomach me trick...

It's tha Prince - A man apart

Tha one who's Prodigal - Tha son of God

And once again I've spit.



Tha Prodigal One...