[e11even]

In this vehicle I treat a one-way like a runway- but I ain’t a model for shit…
I’ll take off on a tan gent,
but it doesn’t mean I just ramble for kicks.
I mean, i could Rambo with kicks,
but like kendo I’d stick, split a man-boob for shits,
Giggles, and chips, ram boos wit dick
til she throws up & spews my damn splooge n then…
Ummm… don’t really know wat comes next if she won't jam u again…

But the colors of character are painted everytime we're brushed wrong.
Remind me of prostitutes when these hoes converse
with this dick hopin they don’t get dumped on.
Sort of hilarious how hordes of these characters
indulge in the porns of this caliber,
confused as if this view was adorned by an amateur.
Bitch!!! If these horns were to come after ya,
the aftermath of the massacre
wud be televised completely in red… not only the matador.
Peasants only get a seat at the tables of the chosen AFTER lords.
So what color is ur flesh askin for if u bask in fabricated facts galore,
simply cloaking ur act, as its wack n' whored?

Green-- That of the greed inside.
when controllers of destiny collide,
power invested in me's realized,
and will does just so till ur coward-ly demise.

trimming of kings rim my inner lining.
gold undergarments that provide garnish
im told my soul could harness til its boldly shining.
a bloodline torn between the stories told and the diamonds its mining.
im aware of white dilution pollutin the intertwining
of my perception of life and the tone selection i'm rhyming.

So, if u color me flawed, you can dye, bitch.
Each iris defies what each mind would imply,since
The lines that design this are not the times that resigned them.
Which means, I, of a kind not defined by your liking,
Need not be tried, as a trial would be sign that I'm lying.