I tried to write, I had a whole verse
In the right light, Rhymes kept getting worse
I still won the fight, still such a curse
Out of lyrical might, drop you in a satirical coin purse

I knew I could do better, Couldn't even think of a header
On the brink on my second letter, I remembered a verse I once read her
"No influence would be contempered as long as the wise led the world."
No such fool hints at a long December as it fries and curls.

Though to put ink to page and set fire to an age of all kinds of -ism
simply seems such silly south side sarcastic cynicism
You'd have to be a sage to guide my lines with drastic criticism
Isn't the greatest of knowledge knowing lack of wisdom?

Pay attention all the 905 to 416 crews, we live in a stereotype
Where people only care about your shoes, flair and your hype
Welcome to the show, here's the news, especially not your type
This time I decided to let loose, can't wait til the streets are ripe

Thanks.