[PancakeBrah]

Forewent a career as a street savant, forgot a degree
Options recede into coffee & weed, eleven A.M wake ups and sparks of a tree
in an American Dream. Detroit blues, kick the can while you walk on the street;
this saga’s a fait accompli. Faded; the ease of getting lost when you’re free
is so intoxicating you lose the rhythm to the march of your beat;
you’ll miss the target by feet. Supply and demand; what’s the market for me?
Another Special Underachiever, looking to exchange thoughts for a fee
on any topic in reach. Unskilled but headstrong, with overwrought theatrics
caught and released; a generation unfit spread across the atlas.