Some things,
I do really well.
Other things,
Eh, not-so-much.
Haha
But seriously,
What the **** man!
Can I just live and stay my hand?
Branded disbanded
He commanded that I be banished.  
'Like speaking spanish
The linguistics twisted
Not nearly gifted enough in language.
A soul in anguish
All of my control is been vanquished.
Heap on the coals and the ashes
For my Savior endured the lashes;
That my back practiced.
have a nack for the static
Whack as a pack of crack addicts
I attack at the blackness
In the back of your hearts little attic
I impart cause its holy habit
Here is my life
You can have it, just grab it!
...
Fell into arms of a planet