Guidance.
Hm. Sounds like a fried trance,
Given bounds no reason why I can't,
Its your funeral, what if everything I say is a lie,
So cruel, ever stop to ask ' who's helpin' this guy '
When the truth is,
Some slackers sound so stupid,
Thinkin' David Caruso is Cupid,
How you say you speak intelligent,
When all my rhymes flow so elegant,
Then its time for you to know,
This lifestyle you'll outgrow,
Walk a mile in my shoes then we'll go toe-to-toe,
I'm the captain learn your position. Row.
So trapped in and era of transition so,
I'll pass you this, a lyrical miracle ,
Drop to your knees, its hysterical,
Those with soft hearts I'm sure your tears are full,
"Things are rough all over, Ponyboy."
So ill give you a little guidance, a ploy,
Along with a brittle and snide dance to annoy,
"Never settle without trust"
Followed to the letter you'll never bust,
Take heed only if listening is a must,
Oh so blistering to the touch,
And I know it wasn't much,
So take it with a grain of salt,
Else keep on the brain assault,
Crack a bottle of my main malt,
Down it before fighting this insane cult