I’ve suffered for my dedication
It’s a bleeding complication
Like an old, abandoned station
Made for radio waves or trains
All stationed in a blank location
A limbo, it’s so dark you can’t go
No one can leave without the say so
Of sickos running round to play, though
I wonder why I never change. Oh,
The tiny light, it burns. It goes and grows
An aching hunger for the bright glow
And I know that if I chose I’d try to fly.
Though these sickened people
Come to lie low, to die broke, and all alone
And someone has to stay and help close
Their frozen eyes for when they must go
To brighter places than this limbo
Burn some stress, so come press
And compress the abscess.
That unblessed, unaddressed
Unsolved mess. More or less
Unmeasured pressure. Yes,
Obsessive pleasure. Guess
The rest is best undressed.
One treasure passed the test.
All the rest, I must confess
Is best suppressed. Impress
Those secrets for success
And all the rest comes next.
My mom and dad once promised me,
They said I was a prodigy
And I found that this old prophecy
Like the primest piece of property
Grew in value as it prospered. These
Beliefs I had, they fueled up my philosophy
It ballooned just like my belly boomed
That was breaking my biology
But it burst up like a business bubble breaking the economy
And now I’m broken like a promissory
Note and old apologies
And the only one to fix it all, the job just falls to me
I cannot help if my head’s porous
But all it leads to is a chorus
Of venom flowing from the mouths
That form a bleeding river from the crowds
That I embrace, absorb in me
In hopes that it could set them free
And free they are, but not my mind
That overflows with thoughts unkind
It’s time to give my head a squeeze.
I welcome pain. It’s better than to freeze.
Nobody ever tried to hear me as I’m spinning a line
And printing a rhyme for even less than winning a dime
And for all the time spending as the world keeps on spinning
Nobody bothered looking for me from the beginning
But now they’re honored cooking for me now that I’m winning
Because I’m hungry for some game
Like the game that keeps on giving
And whenever I’m playing I’m always less forgiving
So just keep chilling on the bleachers that keep filling
Because now I’m the teacher and I’ve got knowledge spilling
Ding-a-ling, bell’s ringing, now start the page turning,
Start singing, ‘cause we’re taking it from the beginning
I know these haters. They just want attention
They’re all craving for that honorable mention
To stand tall and proud, erect. Shun
‘Em all. These pretenders, I’m done with all
Their toxic trash and all the balls
They made me drop. But this here’s my spot
And when you play with me you’re gonna court
Danger. So step on up to the hard court, stranger
I’d wager that you’ve never been a Major
League player. And when I’m mad I’m a rampager
Running loops all around you or shooting hoops
That astound you and maybe I’ll confound you
As I’m catching every rebound. Hear that sound?
The crowd’s cheering for me as I bound
They’re drowning you and crowned me too
Because to them I’m the king who always stays ahead
And you’re but a clown that just lost their head.
I peel away the freckled skin
The orange blood begins to flow
I tear away a wedge of brain.
A child unborn, I spit it out,
That bitter seed within the sweet
And juicy flesh. A tasty treat.