[Mr. J]

this dapper don could start clapping on you like...great job son.
your rapid thought is a mask a rod, sorry. a masquerade but a welcome one.
where the hell they fell in from? I carry the cross thats my only sin.
never hear that voice again at least until these meds start kicking in.
my joy is a concept that became the wish of a marksmen with no gun.
an earth with no sun, the unforgiven shall perish in an apartment with ol junk.
send a postcard to the kid reading this & who still has aspirations...
pass the bacon & send a letter to the United nations I got a passport waiting.
got milkduds in the pocket, a few tictacs left on my garment, Im set.
we dont have much time left but that doesnt mean that Im stressed.
forget the lunch on the plane they need to step up their cheffing boy.
this aint rap, Im just texting boy, you need another lesson...?
boy, this trip could go on for days but I dont need anymore sponsorship.
why play it easy like I couldnt get another accomplishment