Yes. Today.

I’m a parody.

Carry me in your afterthought.

Twice been taught,

Around your neck to tie the knot.

You're news tonight.

The noose too tight?

I swear to God I’m not that guy.

Or am I?

Maybe sometimes, when I’m scared

And love rhymes don’t arrive to me.

Try to be sensitive in memory.

Sweatshirt on dress shirt over empathy.

Meditated and medicated.

Antidotes to ruminating.

Standing tall, defy design,

Genetic computation.

Born insane, amalgamation, three endemic reasons:

Immigration, Jesus Christ, random point mutations,

Melanin on skeleton gives white illumination.

Gentleman and feminine, rewrite your expectation.

Mass action, brass tacks,

And I should have been there yesterday.

Class action, brass section,

Should have thrown that horn away.

Fast acting, Aflac

And I stole my own identity.

Why I should have been there yesterday.

Yeah, I should have been there yesterday.

Rice and beans and Dairy Queen.

Black and white and frozen dreams.

Paella and Krispy Kreme.

Buy your luck and lick it clean.

Accent in the painting of a suburb.

Privilege and lit, woke to all the buzzwords.

Ring true on the front steps.

Grew up with the mansions.

Expansions and advancement

Or extraction of compassion,

A blessed transaction, the rest is semantics.

Doorbells in big homes, chiming with that resonance.

The residents in public houses climbing steps and buzzes.

Mama’s blouses stitched by hands

Of two Sri Lankan cousins,

Gritty like their swollen glands.

Don’t hate sand,

But rather wade in water.

Feds knocking on the front door.

Kids running from a sunburn.

The fools again, the hooligans,

So sour for the limelight.

The times right to forgive,

After kisses on the forehead.

Goodnight, sleep, fight,

And always keep the door closed.

Born with sin. Pour the gin.

Bored again Christian

In the distance hear a whistle blow.

Overblown. All alone.

I should have been there yesterday.

Yeah, I should have been there yesterday.

Broken wings and backward flight,

I wish I had a daughter.

Save her from the wolves at night

And bring myself to slaughter.

Window creaks,

I cry beneath a faucet dripping water.

Chewing on the rubber,

Like pantyhose in order

To satisfy the hunger games.

We’re all in pain,

So why not kill our brother.

I’m under stress.

Her floral dress is all I have to think on.

She mumbled yes.

A moral mess - I think I left the sink on.

Hear that drip drip, splash, drip

Dripping of the water.

Out a bed, streetlights on,

A ticket in my windshield.

Kick the curb, an angry word

Gotta let the skin heal.

Dripping water makes my heart hurt.

Spinning quarter - watch the world turn.

Fake daughter - what's it all worth?

Bend down and muss her head.

Finally a kid again.

Chasing down the wolves.

On my way to school again.

Pack the slips of Listerine for

Mystery meat at lunchtime.

History features such crimes,

Like artists wearing black face.

Writing this a mistake?

But I rap it with my tongue in cheek.

I rap this like my lungs can teach.

I rap that for them prep kids tryna

Ransack the black act

'From their ankles with their penny loafing

Snapbacks and knapsacks.

Confiscate to educate.

Appropriate for artist's sake.

I'm Christ Martin evil.

Fellow hypocrites who take home

Work and check their email.

Future’s female, what they told me,

But future looks like blackness.

Full of death or full of homies.

Too early to tell if hell has running water.

Bone dry, still time,

But I should have been there yesterday.

Yeah, I should have been there yesterday.