Southern Piano

(Verse 1) Withdrawn one mo, but I can't figure out/ What the hell it's gonna take to bring me out/ Seems deep south, do you see me now/ No...No... Don't believe me now..../ Everything it took, all the doubters/ So I stepped up, put money where mouth was/ Watched everybody and come leave, took and run from me/ Bill Withers'd up and took the sun from me/ Smiled and made a lunge for me/ took my love and put a gun on me/ Cooked my goose, called it done for me/ Stuck with these traits that dime define me/ Headfirst in with the noose of timing/ Matter fact, just tie me/ Naw, no joke, I ain’t lying/ See that light and you can feel it dying/ Lost in the bar count, wired and tiring/ Tired of admiring/ Exhaust inspiring/ Live conspiring/ You fly, I’m flying/ You sigh, I’m signing/ You in line, I’m realigning/ Call time for timing/ Now smile, we dining/

You feel that? It creeps in…/ your skin, in it’s seeping’/ you’re lost or you’re leaving’/ you’re wheeling’ or weeping’/ I breathe in the feeling/ It lifts me to ceilings/ Exchanges with demons/ for fiendish completeness/

Verse 2) Never grew up, had no instructions/ Found this here, and said, then fuck it/ Now without it, can’t fucking function/ Now without it, I’m fucking nothing/ Money like strippers, can’t fucking touch it/ So I get on here and say fuck the public/ And I fucking love it/ Love it so much, I’d fucking fuck it/ Like without me here, who fucking does it?/ …..Like I fucking does it/ Make their lips move like a fucking Muppet/ Now that’s fucking something/ They gums just bumpin’, still I stand next to them, then I’m next to nothing/ My tongue get a run and I fund conundrums/ Come to far to let go, before these bars echo/ Before I let death know, be damned if my steps slow/ My ethic is hectic, I spit indigestion/ That rips through intestines, and bleeds out your septum/

(Verse 3) Talk shit like my rectum, get down like depression/ Bars born out of flexin' & naive obsession/ It is what it is, tragically funny/ Pockets full of lint, but I'm magically money/ Either dark as the night or manically sunny/ Blasphemous trying to be pious or something/ Like maybe one day, I'ma up the ante/ Then you'll look up and you'll understand me/ Back from the gavel and the urge to damn me/ Pat me on the back, maybe call me family/ Maybe it'll happen, maybe I'll strike rich/ 'Till then I'ma push, skinny broad and dyke fist/ Uncle Luke I'm a sick fuck....everybody they tense up/ Why...can't they understand/ That I risked it all for this, there's not a back-up plan/ Pissed away the future just to do what I can/ You talk of who you are, son I act as I am/ Let it ride.....if it falls/ Mother fuck a regret now/ Occupy thrones..../ Tell the king he can step down/ Bold...I feel I'm the best now/ (Whoo!) Got it off of my chest now/ Now I'ma stop chasing my breath now/ Last rhyme before I put you to bed now/