Cool with an empty grind, the fool has a tempting mind, tools will uncover rules but jewels will prove they shine, behind, I just rewind to times I guessed my ways, showing I know my rage will page this stress in age, made an escapade where my fade grows in, not saved because the blades' never laid on my sin, within this hidden skin, the follicles are abominable, chronicles of my common emotions in my abdominal divisions, I make decisions when my stomach hurts, the spurt of the vomits flirts lets me know it's worse than Earth, the birth of a son with a gun, first turning it to the world, now hurls that he's the one that hums, the lullaby, gullible, was dull and high, never goes to sleep though, he knows something I, wrote while bitter, and now this little critter made me consider, my life was litter thrown in the *******.