A telling century.
The scent of the jury.
What are they smelling in a hurry?
They buried Jerry's.
Very much like berries.
D.A.R.E. these nuts to fu©k cherries.
Suck it, it varies.
With luck for you I’ll tarry.
A hairy tooth fairy.
I share the rapping, barely happens rarely.
Spare me.

Cherry robbing.
Mary Poppins.
Just a spoonful of sugar
helps the medicine go down
so the head it’s in won’t drown.
Don’t frown.
Need cures and pleasure.
Please. Sure.
Measure the pressure.
Capable.
Cap. Able.
Fake fables.
A ladle at an ape table.
Stir up staples.
Taped to the cables. Sure, yup.
A bull in it’s syrup, maple.
Tree so full in it’s stable.
Being stable.
Gold is a goal, tangled.
The angle of the angels.
Fangs full of the mangled.
Bengals.
Cats doing kegels.
That bag full of bagels.
For cream cheese we haggle
over the price.
Know her, be nice.
See twice, higher.
Fire and ice.
Tires on bikes.
Yikes.
Tired of the lights.
Desiring heights.
Desiring my rights.
Left for the night.
Came back.
Why blame that?
The name of the hat.
Made a game of that crap.
The same old rap.
Came to get fat.
Fame up at bat.
Homerun where I sat.
Splat on the ground.
Splash down for a nap and
naturally happened.
Actually the captain.
Facts truly happening.
Have again.
Glad to be in to win.
Dad, I’m in.
Up and at ‘em with sin.
Cinnamon chin.
Get him in again.
Swim.
Subliminal wind.
Women know him.
A criminal so dim.

Am in all.
Animals.
Not people.
Not equal?
Why is she kneading with her claws?
Why don’t she bite me with her teeth in her jaws?
A love bite on pause.
Come soon and consume
one tune.
I’m shining on the moon.
The timing, the gloom.
I’m finding Looney Tunes.
Doomed.
It’s how I get groomed.
Now I’m new, that’s whom.
Wow, I’m in the womb.
I win. Kaboom.

♩♪♫♬♭♮♯

The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.

It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall and
it’s hurting, love my best.

It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.

It’s a shame to make you die.

Didn’t want a way to make you cry.

♩♪♫♬♭♮♯

The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.

It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall and
I'm working on my test.

It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.

It’s a shame to make you die.

Don’t tell me it’s got too late to try.

♩♪♫♬♭♮♯

The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.

It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall.
I’m for certain of my best.

It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.

It’s a shame to make you die.

You know I’m gonna be a crazy guy.

♩♪♫♬♭♮♯

The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.

It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall and
it’s hurting, love my best.

It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.

It’s a shame to make you die.

Don’t tell me it’s not too late to cry.

♩♪♫♬♭♮♯

The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.

It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall and
I’m working on my test.

It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.

It’s a shame to make you die.

Don’t tell me my thoughts, the baby cries.

♩♪♫♬♭♮♯

The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.

It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall.
I'm for certain of my best.

It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.

It’s a shame to make you die.

You know I’m gonna be a crazy guy.

♩♪♫♬♭♮♯

The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.

It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall.
It's hurting, love my best.

It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.

It’s a shame to make you die.

Didn’t want a way to make you cry.
Don’t tell me it’s got too late to try.
You know I’m gonna be a crazy guy.
Don’t tell me it’s not too late to cry.
Don’t tell me my thoughts, the baby cries.
You know I’m gonna be a crazy guy.


♩♪♫♬♭♮♯

When people have reasons
for reasoning with seasons.
They’re easing into disease and
there’s no peace and no easings.

I like the choice to hear things,
and seeing to see things.
Whatever my needs bring. It’s pleasing.

The equaling key rings
and whatever cheese we bring
we’ll never be breeze wings.
I’m clever to these things.

They evil my evenings
and eagle my sneezings,
believing.
Good evening.


Want people to be things?
Then feed them the feedings
they’re needing.

Does what I am breathing
cause people to see things
and breathe in?

I like the voice to speak things
and seeing to seek things.
Whatever my breed brings. It’s freezing.

I like the noise reaching
with no gotten speech in.
Whatever my peaks bring. It’s teaching.

I like to be reached and
I like reaching to reach things
I’m needing.
What’s leading?

I like that you’re reading.
It gives cadence it’s credence.
The latence is even. No thieving.

When people don’t see things
the needles are bee stings
to seedlings.

The freedom to free things
is freeing to free things
I’m freeing.

So I evil my evenings
with eagle eyed sneezings,
believing.
Good evening.

What they’re hating in me
is missing in them.
If they found it in themselves they would love it.
They need to make a way to stay above it. Discuss it.

If they could just see
it is christened again
on the summit.
What should I submit
to the government?
The wonderment.

While I’m waiting to be
I listen to them.
My roundabout hell and they covet.
It’s much more than they could stomach.
Now I’ve done it.

A hosting brain.
A ghost in Maine.
I want the world to say it has the most to gain
when I right the wrongs that were done to my brain.
When I write some songs and if I make it rain.
When I rap about God oddly training me through pain.
I’m not that insane.
My body’s in chains and I never make a gain.
Forever I strain.
I won’t complain but was it all done in vain?
I aim with my aim but I’m not the same.
I shouldn’t be ashamed or blamed.
Fame claimed my name.

I’m a man from a place
with hands and a face.
Part of the heart of the human race.
It illuminates.

I ruminate.
What is my lumen rate
on the blooming plate
of doom and fate?

Elucidate a lucid mate
with a music date.
Are you sick bait?

Using weight.
Choosing my slate.
Amusing that I’m losing great.

Something that helps me grow and work?
You know I’m not a jerk.
You know I’ll give you perks
while I lurk.
Maybe if I smile I smirk.
I’ve done dirt…
as the #1 clerk.
Bummer Son. Hurt.
Summer fun, thirst.
Don’t think I’m gonna become worse.
Getting better all the time with this curse.
Made the best of my worst.
Blessing burst.
Well versed in being nursed by a purse.
Thankful 1st.
Unrehearsed.
I become the church.
Perched where I search.
Yum. Squirt.
For a turtle a word will alert.

Someone like me will always be a resident.
But someone like me could never be the president.
I preside though.
Eyes are wide yo.
I rise, I tried low.
The prize is my dough.
The skies, the pies grow.
The size that guys know.
No ties where lies flow.
Am I slow?
Am I too fast?
Should I just blow it out my a$$?
I go, you doubt, I last.
About to splash.
Flash.

Killah.
Vanilla.
Free cat.
See that?
You need that.
Be or lack.
Be more black.
White.
Double you height.
From trouble to right.
The bubble I bite.
Purple the red to get the blue in there.
Your human,
Jer.

Fudge.
Can’t make it budge.
The budge badge.
A badge to make it budge.
That’s what I should have
because
we have needs for the bee’s buzz.
What do we owe to no Jesus?
No cheeses for my sneezes.
I’ll pull the lever on whatever eases
my diseases.

A sky with breezes.
What my own seizure seizes.
Whatever the need is.
I aint hiding,
but will Joe Biden lead us?
Fast through the grass like cheetahs.
Cannot be defeated, can’t delete us.
Goes far like star seed dust.
The key bust.
Free from the rust.
No need to rush.
Shush.

Don’t take away what I have
without replacing that being glad.
I host some words.
I host some nerve.
I don’t deserve less than the most I’ve had,
and I’m not bad.
Don’t become sad Comrade.
Be a calm Dad.
Bomb nads.

Before I run out of steam
I try to live the dream.
Got me like a coffee needs cream.
Unless you like it black.
I’ve woken up it seems.
It’s a fact, I came back for a team,
yet so alone I scream.
I was chosen to be frozen like ice cream.
I felt it as I melted. Nice dream.
What do I do for a living?
My best. I do my best.
I do my best at giving.
In this deal I never seen real green.
I need rest from my living.
What am I being?

Science.
Not quite Mr. Wizard but I’m a client.
Buy it cause I’m defiant.
Apply the appliance.
Tie-dye it
or don’t try it.
I’m high and
I eye it.

A win by pill.
In my will.
And thank you Bill for billing me.
I guess I just don’t have the ability
to have the ability.
It’s killing me.
And makes me want to chew,
cause that’s what they do.
And look what played you.
I turn grey too.
Hey dude.
It will slice and fillet you.
How nice to stay true
where the day’s due.
I guess I knew the way through,
and may too.
Today’s news.

With the next draw…
Extra.
I’ll fly and try to bless ya.
Etcetera.
Betterah.
Fed her awe.
Took a header on my flaw.
Get by with a high jaw.
My law.
I’d die for what I saw.
The fact that my cat has a nice paw
for an iced claw.
Twice? Nah…
Three times the thaw.
Raw.
I gnaw.
Why Ma?
It’s an eye straw. Aha!

I believe in the logic of a lot of what I say
and the way a lot of it has to be said to make logic
while I stay honest,
and make progress.
They caught it.
Being just for the boss just cost you an audit
with makeup on it.
I bake upon it.
I take a lot and
make deposits.
Thank what caused it.
They applaud it.
May just haunt it
but they don’t want it.
They’re in closets
with air composites.
They’re for profit.
Air and coughing.
From chair to coffin.
Dared too often.
And dared to soften,
with caution.

Maybe I have a problem.

They’re good though.

I’ve also been a fan of Aunt Jemima Syrup and Uncle Ben’s Rice the way they were.

I've loved Dr. Seuss since I was a kid.

What’s the big deal?

Like a quiz…
in my head…
What the voices I fed said
is
“We’ve been trying to reach you.
We’ve been trying to beseech you
and teach you
while we eat you.
When you go too fast
what kind of glass do you see through?
What we chew might seem new
but there’s cream due.
What do you deem true when the green grew?
What do you mean dude?”

This isn’t all about the world’s kids.
This is about the kids’ world.
Eventually some people may be surprised to find out
I actually have a very fluid personality.
But I’ve been doing my job.
I’ll come around.
With fun, with sound.
The sun is round.
Bums on the ground.
How dumb to be found.
Located.
No waiting.
Growth debated.
Foes will hate it.
Know I grade it.
Great and I state it.
Change it.