Howie gave up his trust in second grade,

a dirty old man making him a sexual slave,

now the world wonders why he behaves

with such anger, one will always be amazed,

never complained or pointed fingers

even though his mother was on getting laid for pay and Howie Sr. hustled lace every day

nows he a grown man, no brothers or sisters, just him and his frown,

scrapin up scraps from the trash in dark alley ways,

I wil sit and pray

that you will reach a better place,

Happiness is sweet, and something that everybody needs to taste

people displaced from greed and capitalized snakes

boa consrtrictors squeeze and its very hard to breathe,

insist ya geeks, to take a second, and listen to my speech

ask your secretary if its okay to meet,

a schedule breach.  Theres more to the world,

than money, power and girls.  schow some respect and try to compliment

Im confident you can handle this, move slow or you will lose your balance quick,

kick yo ass in a game of battle ship

your suckin on a cancer stick

while Im spittin swift shit, man thats bliss.

 

 

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