I'm a word smith
My rhymes n words hit
Like nerves if all the sudden bird shits
Was murderous turds the size of purses
I be seemingly worthless on the surface
But underneath I be nourished
Unsure if my purpose is to be perfect
Since when I'm hurtin in sin n aint earnest
So service to the church is pertinent
But would it work shit I be nervous
Cause I aint brought nothing more to my words but less
N yes I been feelin the stress of the world on my chest
like military press I suggest sex with the sexiest,
It's effortless for many men no sense needin to believe it
I'm probably just conceded
I deem it necessary
to test the very, merriment
Of my inherited variant
Mishaps n embarrassment of arrogance
Life I cherish it...serious
I got the curiousest-jury just sit n refrain
Don't cast stones n I won't bitch n complain
I'm already inchin my way in to infidel lane
So Christ is the main n I'm sittin here prayin'