[Mr. J]

serve it raw for the taste test
filet these fish & lay em adjacent
left for the wetting, rice rains quick
you allergic then just lay sick
most folks favor the vegetation
brains knocked with sense, hey kid
listen
clap your hands to make aware the pigeons
scatter friends, there is an infringement
leaving the living in an odd position
imagine the things I could garner with them
forgotten prisms wrapped in lost wisdom
Gods children playing with what Gods given
gifted & Gods vision, take a whiff of what Gods sippin
persuade odd mischief & associate God with it
cause you aint got bitches
plus you aint got vision
roll spectacular with the vernacular.
back-flip over amateurs
votes for me are unanimous
pen nicknamed Excalibur
roll weed in tinctures from Africa
take a trip down the rabbit hole
where the white kids speak spanish holmes
& the dark skin roam the catacombs
scooby snacks & a magic poem
what a melon daphne we cant elope
pack rat back at home with rapture flows
acid spit with a armadillo shell
got you holding back tears biting pillows well
rubbing off nice knowing the brillo helps
overtaken like when Bilbo fell.
go to sleep kids, Elmo tales...