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My beer tastes like apples; and
I'm going nowhere
My job's like jumping hurdles
I'm no athlete, I just sit there
In front of a screen
Pretty excited to leave
Though I just got here
So I scream, but no one hears my plead
I'm writing on this paper like some kind of journalist
I'm not a poet, 'cause all I do is complain
Like some inconsiderate bitch
Try'na sound so deep, though I really don't understand
What these words mean
No need to tell, I already see
That you can, that you can comprehend; and
 
It it sucks, 'cause I'm really humbly dumb
I know these people hate me
'Cause I can only spit these words with the help of a dictionary
Funny way of choosing words; Try'na learn how to rap
These bars ain't whole, half, or broken
In fact, I'm the fat man in this verse; and
The time it only breaks, is when I'm hungry for words
I'm so outspoken, so hungry

I'm try'na find a way to tell you that this ain't no pop song
It's a love song
Though I know that you can find
Through the tall grass
Some good love. & a tranquil piece of mind
Tell me what you really think of these long words
If I wouldn't know the answer, I will learn
That when you try to get eight, you can only get three
I ask the good Lord; why am I deprived of sleep; but
Still I haven't gotten any... Answers
Hence all the epiphanies
I'm so outspoken
Let's throw the blame on the anti's and pro's causing collateral damage
We're so outspoken, so hungry