as in my world of rymes inda jekle of the Chuckles I am always learning of my life trying to act like no marshal matters but the tics againy seeing the hollowing at the man in da moon o the points so hollow head of getting sick but konwing like I have a rabbit with the bad rabies now I hope my babies don't flow up to get the sick mind that always haunting me to the Dexter minds always thinking in lost thoughts life of the cursed of a juju is there something wrong trying to hold my head up right making a song is it not playing to make the clone of cyclones for me not think it's real of I am playing the reals coming with poetry back to back as well grab you of attending a grudge match with a straight jacket while my stomach turns in side out of not wanting to hang myself with my own intestance know how a soul feels when a baby.gets strangle with it own abilities of the cord that is always ring in my thoughts knowing I am all messed it p can you see what this juju life is taking down to falling from the highest o the glazier to see me looking like a white albino 🦍 coming from the dirty south side of the temps of of leaving the elness of of the void bottled down while I am still sipping the steal on the barrow of barrels I have drunke the bares commimg back with bares of Bose speakers thumping in my ears