I keep staying off track like uncut grass
Run right past the right things to do in the past
Cause I lack the motive and i just hope its
A phase that became too self indulgent
But even if its not Ill stay compulsive
If it was up to me id scribble convulsive
Riddle the gunsmith turned to wordsmith
Battle made with the turbans but im white as a bird shit
Struggle from paychecks i get paid less
Never go to payless and yes i stay stressed
Worried mess of accursedness that burns the flesh
Cope and learn best
Just hope its wordesque the job that i get
If not i might have an arrest with the charge pressed