[Mr. J]

Sheep in my field, there's sheep in my dreams
I count on them to put me to sleep when I need
to leave when I lead, then proceed as I please
see what I see...understand..when speech isn't heard
pollute my rivers, my flow, there's leeches in the words..
that grow wings, spread out my disease to the world
blood clot, got the users itchin'... literally inflamed
poison & such, Romeo & Juliet differently staged...
all types of ideals that I live by, & given to the game
maggots, come to the dead, missing a stage
extra lives, missing a plane, fly by, get it arranged
give it up or continue like the man giving his change
funerals...get your arcade fired, your internet cut
Step into the arcane fire..get your ligaments flushed@
talk to Colonel Sanders, you're wrong, get your temperament touched
do what suits me, and forget what my measurements was
is...never one up'd, never back down
let it grow on you until the leather straps out...
another notch in, nauseous...
the supporter of the postures
get some training brah
I forgot what I was aiming for...