I think I'm like a mega man fan in 2012
I'm unable to sleep correctly
Fiercely debating what I need to do in my life daily
Lately, I've been restless even though I know I'm blessed it's
A monkey a can't kick off my back

Has anybody else been here?
Slapped in the face consistently by fear?
of not knowing where you're supposed to go
or where your river of life shall flow?

Second guessing can be a blessing
steppin back to consider the lessons
life teaches you on the way
To where you're supposed to be going
it's better than where you've been, I can guarantee.

restlessness is a persistent imp.
following me like a pulp fiction style gimp
so stop following me,
I'm done with thee

You ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta try so hard
You don't have to flex to impress me
Be real and cool and maybe we'll vibe

You ain't gotta lie all we have to do is chill out and vibe sit around smoke an L lay back listen to music I'm allergic to ******* come at me with it I split like a banana I know that's random but I'm proving a point you don't have to lie to get in the joint


You ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta try so hard
You don't have to flex to impress me
Be real and cool and maybe we'll vibe


You ain't gotta lie mom's said there'll be days when you question everything in your head she said those were the days when you find out who's gonna be real and ride with you until you're dead life ain't all about chasing that cake and making bread we're all gonna be in the same grave six feet deep permanently asleep so you don't gotta flex like a young dude about to have ***

You ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta try so hard
You don't have to flex to impress me
Be real and cool and maybe we'll vibe

You ain't gotta lie I can't talk to a mattress I'd rather speak in a surreality to a canvas plant this seed in the soil of your mind
That all the loudest cans are the emptiest inside so that same logic applies to all of humankind

Okay baby boomers we need to have a discussion
First of all the cold war is over, no need to fear the Russians
Second off we're in completely different times
You can't judge us by what you went through, as I'll attempt to put through these lines.

Let's start with dating, the worst you had to fear then was getting rejected
Now we have to worry about getting humiliated for giving somebody attention

Now on to politics, just because you don't agree with someone doesn't mean what you disagree with is of the devil you might win some but to most you lost one, in fact more than one election I'm sure
People are sick of being in the fifties, we've had enough denial to endure.

On to our lifestyles, you may have had the most babies but we allowed the most love,
The last time I checked  that was the greatest commandment from up above

Speaking of religion, I'm Christian, but I won't go Out of my way to give someone crap for being lesbian, Bi, Trans or gay.
What will you look like, being an judgemental ******* on judgement day

This doesn't have a title bit just hear me out
There's hostility in my head I need to clear out
I'm not the only person here that's felt and succumbed to pressure, of that I don't have doubt

It seems like every time I open up everybody smells blood in the water
It's a pain because I want to open up because it's tough here in Chicago
I hate bottling up my problems but I can't take the stinging welts of others

You treat me as if you hate me, but you claim to be a lover

Is it Alright
That I lust for you tonight?
Can I pleasure you
Like I already treasure you?

Is it alright
That I want to caress you gently
Give you kisses and sensual bites a plenty?

Is it alright
That I want nothing more
Than to pleasure you to your core?

Is it alright
That I desire your taste on my lips
******* on your soft nips?

All comedy can be derived from tragedy
And we can all stand to be taken down a peg
And while I have enough of a sense of humor to take a good prank
Don't **** with my head

So that means you dear sister,
If you hide my backpack again just to **** with my head all of your stuffed animals will end up dead.
You know **** well you went way too far
You don't know about my scars I kept recorded
In a sketchpad in that bag.

Mom, I love you but I hate what you did,
You let me be angry for days over something as simple as fudge we got you
So I lost respect for both of you, just do you could get a cheap laugh.
Great job, you'll get nothing in my will when my body turns to ash.

Some days I wish
That I was the only seed wrought by my parents
Honestly I wonder what it would be like
To not have my older sibs

To not have to be compared to my older brothers,
Or not to be messed with and harassed at times by my sister.

I'd probably have that pair of roller skates that I'm after
I had to get at least I've joke out, forgive me master!

Somedays I wish I could take control of my life like the Sims
And see what it'd be like without my sibs

If Overthinking was a contested sport
I'm sorry but I'm sure I'd have 8 gold medals and be endorsed
It's something I wish I was nowhere near as good at as I am of course

If self doubt was a state of mind.
That'd be a constant for me I'd find.
I don't know why, but I'm always quick to criticize
Myself, my playing of music and most of all my rhymes.

I guess if I was a film I'd probably be pulp fiction
Out of order and nonsensical to some,
But to someone with a similar sense of vision
My tatters would be silken robes
And she'd be Cleopatra maybe... I don't know.

I'm a spineless puppet
A foolish doll that everybody seems fit to play with
I'm too scared to say what I feel it's
Annoying when I don't want to do something
And everybody keeps shoving thoughts ideas and opinions down my throat
Like I'm a **** hungry ******* what the flying ****
I'm not a sellout so stop forcing yourselves into my head

Please, let me grow myself a spine... Before my individuality is dead

Mother Rose,
What can i say that hasn't already been said
i guess i'll go with what just popped into my head
you had a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms
a tender sweetness that was palpable in the air, like the dust raised by a broom.
An enthusiasm for life and spirituality that most could never hope to acheive.
Even as simply the church guitarist, it was amazing to me
How people automatically felt as if they were at home around you
it was astounding what lot's of love can do within and without you.

I know you're in a much better place
the pain is permanently gone, all the better for all our sakes.
Still, It's good to know that you're up there with our Lord.
Say Hi to some family members we've all lost, we'd be happy if you could.
And some days when life turns sour,
all of us wish that heaven had visiting hours.
So we could be around that award winning smile
and warm as coffee soul
we're all going to miss you
more than anybody could know

So to close this tribute out, I'll leave here with this biblical gem
From revelation "They will rest in their labor, for their deeds will follow them."

The wind rattles the branches
Leaves crunching underneath my feet
Like polite small wind chimes
Filling up the streets

The temperature dropped suddenly
From swimming and tanning to cuddling in a matter of weeks
Yet as these observations rub through my head
The whispers in the wind carry ideas, dreams and plans, each one unique.

No Please Why No No.
**** That **** that **** that
No. no. no. no. no.

So a friend asked me this a few months ago you see
"If you had to take back one of your exes Nero, who would it be?"
So I gave it some thought, because I couldn't come up with an answer
I thought and pondered, because that question was so random.

So if I had to take one ex back into my life,
I'm not gonna say her name, but we went through lots of strife
We had our ups and downs, as all couples do
From insecurity to stupid arguments to the knife that is distance, I hope she catches this clue.

Our relationship wasn't perfect, oh no not by any means
But I find myself reminiscing and smiling about it more now it seems
I won't say her name but she knows who she is
And she'd hate me for exposing all of our personal biz
But I'll sum it all up in this one last line
You may be a mess, but I'm glad this mess is mine

My dream....

My dream is an elusive  mistress as I seem to consistently miss it
It's a constantly running wonderland rabbit
To be frank, I need to stop splitting hares about it
Anyway, I wanna become a skater, or sedated I'm not sure which.
Nah I'm just kidding I have a desire to command concrete
Either with inline blades or a four wheeled board,
Whichever I can pick up first
And whichever I can allow to inspire and enhance my verse

A skating poet huh? I like it

Satsui No hado cleanly translated
Means "A surge of murderous intent"
I intend to channel that forbidden desire
To sear off my personal demons rotting flesh

I'm sick of living with life killing doubt
Tired of days where my body is up but I'm mentally down
Done with my once constant smile is replaced with a constant frown.

BEGONE! GET OUT OF MY LIFE!
YOUR BAGGAGE IS AT THE DOOR
LET THE DOOR HIT YOU ON THE WAY OUT!

Shon Goku Setsu, cleanly translated
Means "The Wrath of the Raging Demon"
I happen to have one following me
And much like a corrupt politician, it's constantly schemin

Some days I awake with a spring in my step
Others I have to force myself up
Some days I want to drink all life has to offer
Some days I can't even lift up the cup

I'm sick of being miserable! I'm sick of writing about it!
DA-N IT DEMON I HAVE DREAMS TO CHASE DOWN AND GOALS TO ACCOMPLISH

"Shut up Nero! misery is all you know!"
This demon won't relent, directing me into channeling the Satsui No Hado

If it don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense
Make cents, doesn't it?
I'm in life's drivers seat
But I don't have the gumption to gun it
Really own it, run it
Because of this consistent deceleration
My opinion on myself is really suffering to degradation
It's like Germany's currency after world war one
Worthless, wordless, like an unloaded gun
You ever know you deserve better but can't find anybody worth the time?
Yes I know I've whined constantly about this topic in rhyme
But it annoys me and breaks my heart at the same time
So if it don't make dollars it don't make sense, at least for now that's what I find

Good evening reader
The world is rotting, you can see the decay
Humans get more restless, you can see it everyday.
Killing, depression, despair, it grows worse all the time. frighteningly so
So in this document is information that you need to know
Your mission, dear reader, should you choose to accept it
Is to take charge of good karma, love your fellow man and protect them
And where you see hurt in this world today
Help change it, don't just document it. Okay?

I can't sleep,
But I'm dreaming
I'm confused
But I understand your meaning
I'm nervous but simultaneously
At peace so it's clear to me
That I'm a walking contradicton
A healthy heart attack
I guess what I mean is
I'm a dreaming insomniac

You're a Fine Girl
In a cruel world
You have to be strong like steel
But soft like a cat that's curled
Independent and a maverick
But wise in this world

I'll say it again, you're a Fine Girl.
You're a multifaceted treasure
Of infinite worth
It's hard putting these qualities down
Into rhyming verse
But I can sum it up justly
By saying once again
That you're a Fine Girl, throughout life, until the end

I remember as a kid,
I'd daydream like others did
I'd drive an empty box and play with my toys
And that was my ticket for a fantastic voyage
I'd be in dimension X or on Jupiter's 3rd moon
And I wouldn't have to leave the sanctity of my room
And while I was battling evil monster number 9
I could walk down the hall into the living room for dinnertime

So call me old, call me a nostalgic freak
But before they put me in a coffin and I float down the creek
I'd gather all my plastic friends, stark and unique,
And go on one last trip, to give myself peace.
And on my deathbed I'll be clutching comic book toys,
In my head I'll be on my final fantastic voyage

Where will I go
I just don't know
I'm in a pretty dark place
In my own mental space
It's strange to me
Most definitely
How can I explain
This invisible pain
Self doubt is a crippling
Burden that has rippling
Effects on the mind
I've tried to leave it behind
And refocus on the daily grind
I don't have a job
I keep getting cracked like a ****
I feel like a decadent slob
But I must go on
A brighter day will come it won't be long.
So where will I go
I just don't know
I might end up anywhere,
Maybe Mexico
But when I find
My peace of mind
I'll keep it for the end of time.

This is the next movement a new notebook a new feeling some spoken word smooth **** for everybody to vibe and groove with
First allow me to reintroduce myself my name is Neroamee Alucard despite the name if I played football I'd need a c$ck guard
My heart is hard due to pain and rain weighing on Me like an anvil on my brain. My mind is icy like Mr. Freeze with ease I displease myself and defeat all these toy emcees
Gears are grinding like a slow jam let me run this poetic program enough of my sappy bland ******* I gotta speak my mind in rhyme so if you've ever had depression or thought of suicide then pay close attention to this line
It sounds cliche but it's always darkest before the break of day so it may be bad and cold right now but it gets better my friend so put that knife down don't let your story end

There's only so much bitter water,
That a human being can swallow
Before the taste rots my mouth
And seeds grow of doubt
That sweetness and joy will arrive tomorrow.

I have taken life's medicine.
Sometimes I've overdosed
I try to be optimistic but guilt is imperialistic.
It's like staring into a mirror, and seeing only forlorn hope

Yes.
I'm the proud Owner of a lonely heart
It's not for sale I'm afraid
Because I mistakenly tore it apart.
Over thinking and over planning
Cracked it like an egg.

Yes.
I'm the owner of a sad mind
Worn and tried from life's ceaseless grind
I don't know where to go
And if I leave what I'll find.

Yes.
I'm uninspired my mind has dried up
My tears have cried up
I want to snap this streak
Of anything I write not meeting ny harsh critique

But I guess it's better than being the owner of a broken heart...

It's storming here,
The rain is kissing the air
And caressing my window panes
It reminds me of the internal storm I face
As I fall deeper into the recesses of my brain

It's a hard sensation to explain
It's like I'm sick of myself but can't abandon my name
I'm collapsing internally, externally I'm all the same
I know I'm odd, I'm cut from a different grain

Am I too sensitive? Too emotional?
This has been burdening my brain
Should I shut out my own feelings?
Protect myself from them, as an umbrella does the rain...

Why must you make me feel like the bad guy?
Why do I have to be the villain on life's grand stage?
Why is it when things happen in my life
I'm expected to drop everything for your one strange thing? You're my mother not a nagging wife

I'm not ungrateful, like you make me out to be,
I have limits you do know that
So why do you have to keep pressing and trying me?
I love you mother but I'm cracking, I know you can't see it
But I cry inside, when you put me on a guilt trip

people like to blame society
forgetting that we are society

Guess what day it is
That's right! It's Sunday!
That fun day of the week
That's very very unique
I can finally let my lustful fantasies loose
Basically today I can be a freak.

So let's down to the nitty gritty
What shall I lick first? Lips or T-ties?
Shall I kiss you gently? Teasing you all the while?
Or shall we jump to the chase
And we make love while you're wetter than the Nile?

What position first? Missionary or *******?
Or maybe something crazy
We haven't done this in awhile
Or maybe we can take notes
From a book called the Kama Sutra
Believe me, there's a lot of ways I wanna do ya

The sounds of sadness
The cacophony of a disorganized mind.
The pulsing heartbeat of the anxious
These are the echoes of the mind

The tears of depression
Bouncing against hard unforgiving concrete
The silently searing scars on the subconscious
A pain that cannot be beat.

These sounds echo all around us
Yet it seems we turn an unlistening ear
Just because you cannot see the scars
Doesn't mean somebody isn't fighting a battle my dear

So you want to know
What loneliness is?
It's feeling unloved with friends all around you
It's going to sleep alone wishing somebody was beside you
It's caring about somebody but having to from a distance
It's pouring your heart out with liquor because of what was written

Loneliness is knowing that no one cares
Loneliness is wanting someone that isn't there
It's one of the worst feelings that we have to bear
Being by yourself is one thing, but loneliness means at least you care

That's right, I'll never have kids
Not that I don't love children
But I don't wanna raise them, it's not my biz
So never will my J-zz spill into a woman's ******
That's such a hard word to rhyme... Uhh

Anyway let me get back to the point before you guys think I've been smoking a joint
I'll never have children for one simple reason
I'm epileptic, you see so it stands within that
I'll have seizure after seizure until my lifeline is flat

So I could never put any seed of mine through that
The Worry the anxiety, I couldn't do my children like that
So that's why to this day
I'll never have kids, that's what I say

Everybody is a critic
And normally I can ignore
But there's only so much I can take
Before I snap and my anger begins to steam.. oh great.

You can criticize what you don't truly know
As humans opinions we cultivate,
But I'll crack at the seams
And the stitches will split
On my brain and I'll crack steel beams

So for your safety please don't be that harsh
About my life, or decisions I make
Because much like a thief weighed down with jewels
There's only so much I can take

So I wondered what it would be like
If I looked into a mirror alright?
And as I looked at the reflection
It turns out that's me in another dimension

So since I'm a comic book geek
That version of myself would be like this, I think
He's probably got a job, not lacking in confidence
Isn't so cold that feeling is always in the past tense


He's probably actually liked, by people besides his bears
Maybe he isn't apprehensive about showing feelings, beyond that he cares
Or even more outlandish he can talk without slipping on a stutter
Maybe his mind isn't always in the gutter


Maybe he's happy, whereas I fake a smile
Maybe he's athletic, and can run a mile
Or maybe he's the exact opposite of what I described in my verse
Another me from a parallel universe

Every day I arise
I take a pill that was prescribed
To me by my doctor, so I ingest it easily
Post haste, without any delay

So I began thinking isn't that what we humans are like everyday?
We've forgotten how to live, and forgone our mental health

So we've been prescribed the subtle sedation of routine slowly crawling to our holey, and for some holy destination

Vulture

A perfect word to describe people sometimes
When you've hunted your prey and there on your **** they lie.
Opportunistic
In most cases materialistic

A vulture, a common scavenger
Greed motivating every single move

So yeah Mr trump I described you perfectly
Or even better I can relate this to you biblically
As I recall king david was told of a rich man taking a lamb from someone who was poor,
So why would we vote for you? We've taken all the greed we can endure

Every feel like you're stuck but it doesn't seem like you're in a rut
like you're comfortable but your head constantly zones out
it's weird trying to describe what occurs in my mind

I can be absentminded but I tend to find it's where my favorite writings come from, when my head is in that liquid void so stock up on daydreams like a loaded gun

At Notebooks end.
So we’re at this notebook’s end. The pages are full to bursting in there and to celebrate the ledger of poems and lyrics and half formed ideas I’m going to write down this freestyle of topics I haven’t discussed herein. Let’s begin with my senpai she knows who she is she picked the topics out that’s how special to me she is. She was the one who picked these topics out that’s how special to me she is. But I have to ask her finally to be mine because people like her come around once, maybe twice in a person’s lifetime.
Anyway let’s get into the real meat of this freestyle I think I’ll start with my room and its many strange residents that I acquired over the years via dumb luck gifts or just spending dead presidents. I have shorted out headphones that only seem to work with a binder clip two guitars and my grandpa gave me a bottle that contains a ship I have two vinyl pop figurines 1 of Batman and the original robin who later became Nightwing. A sewn pouch full of spare guitar picks additional sketchpads that are totally rad and an N64 console with a messed up controller and a lagging joystick. And last but not least I have on my Bed rest Del the Funky Sox Bear and his little brother Shawn Hawk aka MF.
Now that my room is covered let’s get into the nitty gritty about my hometown Chicago the second city. Warning to all tourists its pronounced S-E-A-R-S tower even though it’s spelled Willis. Anyway I was born and raised here like DJ quik and his hometown of Compton no offense to the man but in my city we have our own definition of Stomping. There just isn’t any city on earth that is quite like mine I have a lot of love for my home more than I can ever hope to fit into one rhyme.
Now onto two more topics that Echo picked out. Laughter and sound, Is it possible to accurately describe these two parts of life in a verse that’s been written down? God only knows because we’re going to find out. Laughter is life’s most potent medicine releasing endorphins that make us feel good all over. But as it can be medicine it can also be a poisonous mask because many people including myself over the years have used laughter to cover up the tears from a broken heart of glass. Speaking of laughter it’s a most wondrous sound emanating from humans occasionally rolling around on the ground. Sound technically speaking is vibrations that travel through the air that surrounds but for me its fuel to write my musings down.
Last but not least let’s address the blue sometimes cloudy and sunset blazed sky, now heights and I don’t really mix in just not that kind of guy. But on the back of a calm endearing Zephyr I would love to fly.

There's that feeling again
that primal urge,
      that wanton desire
                        I don't know where it comes
from, but it's back and burning, like a never
       extinguished fire.
               That desire for hot skin pressed up   against mine, wanting to hear all of those sensual noises as we pleasure each other, every soft groan and every muttered curse,
                   to desire this and not have access, that's the ******* worst.

A death in the family

There's been a death in the family
Another relative of mine occupying a grave
It hurt to watch your life come to a close
And it still hurts to this day

Grandma, although you departed during my infancy,
All the stories dad told me about you
Hold your memory forever close to me

And Grandad, your vinyl collection is
What inspired my constant musical nerdiness
I keep all that you taught myself and my dad about music near my heart, very close to the vest

Why is it that if it rains and it's sunny the devil is beating his wife
Why is it that when I'm listening to music in the zone people accuse me of missing out on life?

Why is it that by 35 I have to settle down, have kids and a wife?
Why is it that I'm excited to be older than I was but not truly prepared for life?

Society is weird like that, but that's a solid inspiration to write
Because all of our ills won't be solved
Unless we ask the question why

I know it seems like my life's not rough
But why is it I'm never good enough
Why can I bust my **** and nobody is proud
I can write all day, but I can't erase this cloud

When I learn one song, I have to know three others
When I'm down and drained mentally I can't recover

So I place on a brave face and try to remain tough
A nagging doubt remains. "You aren't good enough!"
No matter what vice I avoid, or pain that subsides
I want nothing more some days than to lay down and cry

Even though my life hasn't been too rough
It always seems, I'm not good enough

Like common said back in the day I used to love Her, all of her from her head to her feet she meant nothing less than the world to me. But sadly it was never meant to be between you and me distance can sever heartstrings. It was distance and jealousy and past pain that corrupted her and killed it. ****...

Let me go back to where it all started, we met through Facebook, the venting place of the brokenhearted, it started strong we hit it off fast and our feelings for each other grew as strong as the grass. We talked everyday consistently, my heart was there with her because she was so far away from me.

But what was once sweet turned bitter as our love crawled down the *******, I tried my best to keep it going but from my eyes tears started flowing.

But honestly that taught me several valuable lessons, for one thing jealousy should be the last and deadliest sin. But if there's one piece of advice I can give,
To everybody out there, learn to forgive.

Now here's a little story that I got to tell
about what got me to start writing you don't know so well
it start way back, in history when I lost something very close and dear to me
When I was still a kid about the fifth or sixth grade
I loved music my action figures and kung fu movies like the raid
it was a lovely spring day that I lost this something
and changed my life forever and got my notebook thunping

I was sitting at the table eating dinner as it was the nighttime
and as sure as now that I'm writing this rhyme
I fell out from the table, and seized on the floor
I woke up tired and queasy along with sore
so that's the story of what inspired me to write
what did I lose? I lost my old life

It's a strange sensation to try to describe
A condition that can't be cured by any medicine prescribed
When the mind wants constantly, like an aimless drifter
Only to be suddenly thinking of greatly useless information, like how to access software that filters

When you start out humming stickerbrush symphony
Only to be doing ****** backup vocals to the trees
My brain is a child that can't sit still but maybe, one day soon it will.

This is a poem for those that think we have it easy,
So I'm giving you warning. These verses may make you queasy
Mom, had you wondered why I took up writing
My feelings down in metered rhyming?
It's because there have been days when I desired dying
Days where I had to put on a brave face, and continue silently crying
There were nights that I couldn't bear to see the morning Sun
Fighting my insecurities and trying to iron out my flaws, I felt like I was the only one
There were times when I fell into a hole and all anybody did was laugh or make fun of me
So I dug the hole deeper because no one wanted my company

There were days when I was sure I wasn't good enough
For anybody to care about or even consider knowing, my living was for naught
But every single time that desire became too great.
When I held that knife to my wrist or throat and my heart began to race
A voice in the back of my head would say
"Brandon, what would your mother think,
If she walked in and saw you bleeding in the sink?"

So I forced myself to get up and keep going, at the very least for your sake
And it wasn't easy with somebody judging or criticizing every step that you take
I'd have thought that saying, "I've taken 19 years of life what more can you bring?"
Would be enough to make the angels in heaven sing
But I guess I was wrong, like in Bart gets an F
No matter how hard I tried it seems like my destiny is to never know happiness, like at the bottom of a well.
So thank you Lord, for keeping me with a reasonable portion of health
And thank you mom, for keeping me going through my own personal Hell.

Why is it that as a black man
I'm automatically supposed to date only the ladies with melatonin in their bodies when I'm lonely?

why is it that both ladies and fellas can be shallow jerks
but if a guy says I like curvy women or skinny women it's offensive
but if the ladies like tall or short guys it's simply a preference or a quirk?

why is it that society is plagued with double standards
why is it that I'm a target because I'm Brown skinned?
Why is it no one can be truly happy?
Why do people get off on being ******?

Come down out of your spaceship oh mighty visitor from the stars beyond so fiery and bright,
Despite our gestures we're paranoid and xenophobic,
And as much as humans posture deep down we all know this,

We can't even stop brutalizing others with our words and weapons,
We've been around for thousands of years, and we can't even get the concept of feeding the hungry right
So what makes you think a strchild shall visit us tonight?

Head games from a dead brain
It's sole goal, it seems, is to drive itself insane
My memory gets fuzzy
And when I get nervous or forget something my nerves get all buzzy

Head games that I'm losing against myself
You'd think I'd ***** myself to science to achieve wealth
But if a frontal lobe can't be relied on, then can a medical professional?
It ***** because though I try to work around my own problems, my brain puts the bullet in my legs

I don't know where or why I fell down again it's like sadness is an inescapable stalking fan but that's when I pickup this old reliable pen it's old and tested but its always gotten the job done so now I need to confront these feelings with an ink loaded gun.

breathe

Let me start by saying I love my family and I know that they do mean well but sometimes they unintentionally put me through hell first off I don't mind helping with basic maintenance my grandpa is getting up in age so like dollars it makes sense
But why is it I'm always the number one draft pick for every single job?
The very least you can do is offer to help him out my god!

Secondly, to my aunt who I show the utmost respect towards
I know you want the best for me but meddling in my life while letting yours fall down the tubes can win you some Darwin awards.

I hated that I had to write this but I needed to get this of my chest,
So maybe me putting this into verse was for the best