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.