[Mr. J]

If they dealing weight, couldn't take the pressure
All that work sealed away couldn't make an effort
How they conceal the hate but fake the pleasure?
How they real then fake the way that it's measured
Now they twisting facts and won't admit to that
Now they gripping back onto what permits the act
Who administered that? Why the immature blast?
Who gives them a chance? Decides where the finish is at?
It's a goddamn shame they left the odd man playing
You think they got that play? Just watch that lame...
Quick to misguide, because inside is a bitch right?
On the flip side you got this guy who hits like a riptide
Others trying to get by by making sure their writ's right
Still getting pimped by another who saying their wrists tied.
It's the rules, now everyone else seems to get confused
What is the use if you knew you who you'd give it to.
No clear calls, no clear thoughts, no clear eyes wowwwwww
Excuse as I veer off onto the clear side now.
Got better things to do, more lines to write but less time to use
But I'm quick to pull the pen out until my time is through