Dandelions. [No. 3]

Yea yea, I'm just a loner in the booth

I and me, myself, and my thoughts, I think it through

Like I manifest topic. A subject an object.

Then let them make love. It's as awkward as an Ostrich,

 

Laying eggs while ringing bells. Drop a hammer with power

That's knowledge

If knowledge is power, then why we need college?

I'm solid as a Snake, plans half-baked

Acknowledge my mistakes, then cut scene, another take

 

My cousin eight teen. Buddy clean with a mean fade

But his self-esteem, make him sip more of that Hatorade

Homie selling weed to them fiends, business tailor-made

Living like a king in the Spring, he eating cherries

 

I cut the cake clean like my name was Scary Terry

Then serve it to a Queen. Not on a boat, but on a ferry.

I'm fairly certain that the services I'm serving satisfy,

So I don't need to strategize the making of my apple pie

 

Sniff that Granny Smith mixture, custard

Leave the ladies flustered when they bite into the crust or

Give into the lust more. Big brain power lyrical Elon Musk

Been in a slump, but now I'm writing dawn to dusk

 

I think that I'm the best man thinking

Or I am a sober soul that's thought drinking

Might need assistance from some clear cold tonic

I don't really like cheesecake blasts from Sonic

 

It's just- some things give an icky feeling, skin peeling

My heart starts squealing and my guts be itching

Don't wanna be bitching, it's just I don't like thick fillings

I think that it really fucks up my larynx

 

Soon I would only re-peat like a parrot

Pastor say "you do?" and I annul the marriage

Everyone confused, you too, I say "you do" you like "you do?"

The way it works it's like voodoo, the bride will never know the truth

 

My homies, gave em the scoop like "my throats fucked up"

Had some cheesecake and cream cheese, they like "huh??"

I know it makes no sense like Americans say "guten tag"

When I had a real bad day, my esophagus was clogged

 

Dandelions dancing on a lyre with dem dandy lions

Fighting off them fireflies flying in a flaming scion

I'm African American, I don't know bout Zion

But I heard it's kinda tight, same time they prolly lyin'

 

Gobbledygook is what I'm spitting. That nonsense

Cold hard cash, crisp bills. Non cents

You know I gotta finish off the beat, like it's fondant

Make sure the listeners had some good time spent