[Mr. J]

Im beaten down but my energy remains high.
competition is a reflection of the same type...
different styles that kicked the game right.
my mind is red, Penny Dreadful in the daylight.
eve of green, what springs to thought blurs the lines...
the smell swells of rosemary & the birth divine.
unearth the lie while rolling deep as a mad hatter
woke up with March hair where wonder ran rampant.
playing Aprils fool but I still had her ass backwards.
met June in July who used to date but never committed.
funny how we have that in common, better forget it.
miracle worker when it comes to delivering beef.
leaving circles in you squares, a bitter defeat...
the fall comes quick & so does the winters disease.
the cold hard truth...causing this frigid divide.
livid in ripe failure when you see whats living inside.
these worms fall short when in the garden of Eden...
and yet there isnt a god alive that could pardon this treason.
mere mortals looking in the mirror...poor you...
living where your heart raced & fear forced you.
look to the arcades where your years bored you.
look at you now, appetizer as another mere morsel.
leaving these blockheads shattered & taking their mind.
how you fucking with Q when you only raking in dimes...



Throwing barrels doesn't make sense with this hammer.....bro