rubix riddles rendered raw
head buried in a reference
waist deep in the thesaurus
ten fingers on the keyboard
as we figure out the chorus
to the song about the living
and the hated and the strange
who get rolled up in this jumble
of rhymes and shit arranged
wouldn’t happen as a freestyle
which may be the song of choice
I gotta sit here, while I spit here
and whisper with a softer voice
till this matter of production
comes together as it does
whether how it was intended
or just becoming what it was
