It's not that I no longer wanted this
I just wanted that, to be an extension
It was extended, the deadline to be more efficient
It was extended, the invite to write with ink being more of
a backdrop-
I would ask not what things could do
and still be shown with expanded delight
Almost handed over the rights to all my intellectual property
Properly too- over some tea, hard dough bread and an
hypnotic low-fi instrumental
I knew why my mental- was heavy- metal and reflective
Banks expected me to fold like dryer done- I've become
one with the gun-the one that sounds at starting block
Writers blocked the entrance and told me to run on
Sentenced to a lifetime in the pen- so everything I write is a
Sometimes you pass the good shot- in order to get the great
Slate clean and fate- had a date with what seemed
to be around the same time I started raisin awareness of
what I herded- through the grapevine I worded
my art in ways that would make me cozy
Immediate family as a child would call me Jody
No Baby Boy with my last name
Buy my two girls will run the empire with
the heaviness of a single ton.