Talking To Myself
Spirit child
Spirit wild
Motor mouth sprinting for miles
Been here rhyme spitting for awhile
Practicing my free form graffiti style
Scorching chili pepper temperatures
Never white people mild
I'm constantly told to wipe my stoner smile
Multitasking talents
Managing mental fragments
Juggling social judgments
I feel awkward in this skin
I'm working out to make
Some slender adjustments
Slap her on the rump
Because that behind is delicious
Delectable dish of nakedness
The hand print is then smacked with a kiss
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