no king, at a door
i am sofa king high,
or am i, being had again,
who is this ***** in here,
questioning,
jusify the why am in cohootz with,
RTI,
international, the nationals slow melt from nothing,
elemental magic Lords of deceivers,
stitched out from their flesh,
embryonic anti sources,
like roaches in day light,
how am i the chosen one,
capitally innovative,
i have no inspiriation,
money motivated so i guess i have to keep MY money rhymes,
and nobody wants to hear em dun,
sincerely, they aren't any fun,
do u have ur gun,
i have mine, and the crime,
is on live,  tube on 5,
boy aged 9, has just died,
oh why lord why,
self-immolation,
but its six,
a bag of six,
grams,
subsized by uncle sam.

Inspiration its a wrido, it appears in the middle of the night, you see it in the eyes of a stranger, in an old man hand, in the middle of ***, in the wake up of a hangover night, in the pooping time, inspiration its a wird Little man that enters when noone asks, and when you call for him he will never arrived
Like a butterfly if you try to reach it it wll be more hard, like a cat if you want to play with it you never know if it wll play or it Will attack.
inspiration is this little strange man that comes and go, inspiriation is such a free man.