Most people don’t–
–Imma fuckin’ stop you right there. Ain’t there enough of that already? Ain’t nothin’ wrong with it, per-se, but you ain’t some magic eye lookin’ down on it all. You’re a broken sack a’ lookin’ at the pettin’ zoo through a hole you wore in your ass-crack. What I’m gettin’ at here is that your head is up your ass, and you still don’t see shit. You got a perspective so narrow I can split all the hairs I want; it’s like shavin’ but more metaphorical.
So how abouts you slow your roll a little,
‘n forget that whole poet of the masses business.
You ain’t got access to the secrets of the world, boy
‘n you know that.
You know better.
Leave that crap to other folks boy,
You got me to turn back to.
I’m all the voice you’ll ever need.
