proud advice

understand the seasons, comprehend the times
change your font face from arial to the roman new times
push the space bar a few more times
bump you head to biggie or daughtry's lines
and find a way to fuse your soul with the lyric's spine
discover that spot that lets you see clearly with shut eyes
then put down that line that'll draw tears from the lady's eyes

sit up straight and stretch your fingers again
inhale, exhale, count one to ten
pretend you didnt notice the lions sleep in they den
act like you didnt steal one of the kids from the pen
evolve your dual persona till you feel you can send
your soul on an errand, your feet on a thriftspend
like many before me, i dunno where this will end

writing in a cafe means am stripping with eyes allover me
but i really dont care cos the shame's gone from me
like a lady whose been birthed, my decorum's gotta flee
so i dont feel bad when i scratch in public from the itching flea
i aint a dog tho, just a man like tree
towering tall above my foes and fears, and who i'm supposed to be
and bringing myself to that point were i'm your painkiller
you rock, your support, your strengthening pillar
your brother from another life, like the 24 year old teenager
your number one buddy, your cellie, your pager
i never hurry to do this, i'm hardly ever eager
cos people read this shit and label me a lyrical killer
quit squinting, yeeeaaah, whatever, cry me a river.