#kcpoem

A father embarassed by the son He loves, who wears The other teams colors. Being unconcerned is how I skull fuck basic mentalities With skills broken out a sages mountain unethically. Aaaan the generation trance that I stay in. I don't wanna make Any kinda kids lady But I wanna make love on sheets Made out ta sand, In the hotel illegally. Beer disappears, my dope flow unbroken by gov'ment conspiracies You suckers, I practiced up to blow open doors with mad gusts built from chaos vice and ludicrous desires Through the frame of a hustler's Shredded mentality unowned.