Personality, worst occurrence, first fatality, all before the search of how I can just earn my salary, looks aren't flattery, cursed assault would fault to battery, I can't halt, with salt, no sugar, it is full of nascency, now you laugh at me, epitaph of haunt will not define me, though at first I'm baffled by the wrath that once would mind me, time me till my prime, through every rhyme I learned to find me, life is like a rap although at times it cannot climb me, a skill that fills your will but drills the bill and killed the cable, I start to stress and question have I lessened or not able, to label my cradle as safe or nearly fatal, intuition stuck with malnutrition, where's my navel, ladle me the quintessential villain while I'm on the table, confused, abused, only stable by my one potential, zzz, snooze!, but really knew I'd loose by the one thing, fuse, into the man that first was scattered free, mature and then endure, for the PURE PERSONALITY TO EARN ME.