outlook

different words for this angle, this way that I'm lookin'

new slant on what we're all starting and cookin'

sometimes it seems like my standpoint, my position

is all that I have in my one man kitchen

 

on that apex, on the cusp, something special; call it trust

I know what I see ain't real but even further goes the things I feel

feeling them, feeling this corner that I'm trapped inside,

but my perspective is letting making my theory fly

an outlook that no hurtful words ever took

don't care for the geometric relation your feet have to my

singular creation

no inclination for the line you draw; ain't correlating with mine

so don't try to say you had a hand in this

that you started this

that what I saw is what you bought or taught or fed me

stop jumping on my sched g

 

different words for this angle, this way that I'm lookin'

new slant on what we're all starting sippin' cookin'

sometimes it seems like my standpoint, my position

is all that I have in my one man kitchen

 

fractures in your four walls making it easy for me

to walk through to perforate and penetrate your hate

unraveling your control your self obsessed hater toll

decoding decrypting demystifying generations of lying

sharing the internal recesses of a mind that's mine

thoughts ideas ready to share

an approach that's fresher than the ice you wear