There is a sickness in my gut.
“Why?”
I writhe and wrench at my punishment by another
My innards coil when that word flies from anyone’s lips
And if it does, I spit at it so that it may retreat back to where it belongs
Kept in the dark and moist filth that is the human mouth.
Let it stay there, in my world it belongs nowhere else.
Or I shall again become sick from the sickness that is sick.
Or I shall spew words of disgust and repulsion for it is sick.
Or I shall seep expressions that lack any sort of well-being for it is sick.
“Why?”
Because he made it so, a noble deed gone wicked.

Back in Baltimore
That was the real days
Every week, all the heat went by in a haze
When the bell rings, we’re hoppin' on the train
Lookin’ at all the feins and that's a **** shame
But they’re not on the brain

Back in B-more.

Cuz back in Baltimore, that **** was *******,
Even through all the gore, we still cherish it...
We want some more. We want some more.

Now, I'm sittin’ on my stoop,
Waitin' on some dude,
To come buy me a ring
Or pass me some of that tree.
And the humidity, nah it doesn’t bother me,
Me and the girls, we’re still hittin' up the Gallery

Inner harbor, Lexington Market, and all the jocks
They just want the junk, they’re all clowns, they’re all punks
But we got just what they want.

Now it's calm, we're on our way home
This day was the bomb, we're dialin' all our phones
Let's gossip 'bout our day
And hope these days don’t ever fade away.

Cuz, back in Baltimore, that **** was *******,
Even thru all the gore, we still cherish it...
We want some more.  We want some more.

Oh how I understand the discretion policy of political views in professional environments.
I sit at the top of the lecture hall and become queasy.
I retch at the sarcasm spewing from his lips.
I try only to tune in on my notes and disregard his personal views
How difficult it is, when the person that irks you the most, is the person that will grade your term paper.
How pitiful it is, when a newly found acquaintance is gone after realizing there is no reasoning with him or her.
Oh how I now understand the discretion policy.

Ha, was that ever funny!
Man, that was even more hilarious,
You crack me up.
That girl did look like a primate!
Oh wait, you have a serious issue you’d like to talk about?
Yeah right, you’re joking.
What do you mean you’re going through something right now?
No way, just entertain me.
Your feelings are hurt?
Come on make me laugh!

Look at that girl, what a monkey!
What do I look like with my ears poked out and eyes crossed?
Like her!?!
Hey, I'm afraid that I...
What do you mean you don’t want to hear about it?
Well, I will listen to your cries.
Where is the sympathy I get?
Can I at least get it off my chest?
I know I gag a lot but-but…

I want to be taken,
Serious.

What’ll happen if I don’t receive my university degree?  
Will I wake up one day with 5 kids and an extreme head ache?
Will I have a son that I’ll yearn to Yank out of his world and bring him back to ours,
So that he will one day be able to care for his daughter?
Will I have to deal with a younger me and constantly worry of the boyfriend,
Even though she makes the grade and will finish what she starts?
Will I have twin girls developing into women, with perpetual yelps back and forth?
Or will I have an itty bitty girl, big and bad running around the house writing just that onto the white walls that we’ll have to paint over because we won’t want the land lord to become upset and have to move again?

All of this with music and television going on in the background.

Mama eggs on our attendance at the University, so that we won’t “end up like such.”
She did it.
She did it with all of us and we can do it with all of whom ever.  
However way fate choses, she shall live through us.
Because no degree is a surety.