Audonus Taylor's a Cliche Oddysey In Hip Hop Vernacular

Through the shades of pain, Eyes can only read rage and madness, Encumbered tenants of the residence where crack lives, He wants to travel but cannot afford an atlas, Dope game forced on him with no time to practice, Tries to force himself to sleep through all the sadness, Breathing corruption, deep breathed and maskless, Dreaming of home but he doesn't know where that is, Because his mother has broken dreams and cracked lips, He sleeps with pictures of perfect places he ought to see, He needs advice that's full of love and fatherly, His dad is gone, so where the hell could father be? On second thought he thinks why let it bother me? The liquor bottles seductively whisper swallow me, The liquid drowns the strong mind that ought to be, He equates each breath with Homer's Odyssey, Hoping the dreams of his Ithica will someday whisper follow me,