THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Bodey]

A red hexagon? What're you, Helen Keller?
I do this shit how I want, you can't be further from stellar
I get it, you're talkin, you talk a whole lotta shit
But I'm the one who will walk it, until I'm swallowed in pits
It's awesome, the flowin, we socializin in rhymes
You grab a salad and toss em, I'm growin tired of try'n
To convince myself that I am worth it, I'm pure
Who gives a mother fuck about the "perfects," they still smell like manure