Work in Progress

the fuck you mean this ain't a classic,

every time i's rap it, i feel it with a passion

that's so great you wish you could grasp it.

but we the masters of the new age harmonium

little did they know; laced with bits of stramonium

sold soles to the whole school, smoked out the custodian

mama told me to keep the bar high, forget a fucking podium.

i always knew i'd find myself somewhere near the top,

living humble, theirs no doubt thats hefty fall.

specially when you seem to 'know it all', but still forgot

you know the worlds fucked, when you face a L for pot.