I paint a simple picture of you all with one broad stroke. I'll change the color to the inverse from one wrong note.
Your complexities perplexing me will never get the best of me.
Your nuance won't excuse plots to pursue me with your blue dots.
Fuck your insights, I ascend heights from the inside, thousands of ten flights of stairs and despite your stares you can't see me in the air. Don't need to be fair, I need to be fair, and if you like my flow I guess I need to be faire.
I don't need your cerebrations of your cerebral abrasions that lead to a decree of a need to be abrasive.
If trauma creates drama, then fuck your momma. In fact I'll fuck your momma. Don't need your mommalogues, just stop at the comma.
Abuse is no excuse, quit being obtuse. Only my angle is of use, so fall on the noose. It's all a bad ruse just to use your bad moods to excuse your bad moves then bring out the sad blues to detract from the fact you lack tact and are bad news.
My own perspective is of my only concern, if my respect you do yearn, drop the bullshit and learn.
