Thirty-Fourth Birthday Verses

Now that I'm thirty four the world's at my floor.

I'm selling Golden Beard door-to-door forevermore.

I'm older and can explain dinosaurs.

There was existence way before the conquistadors conquered the moores.

I'm for the poor like a preacher or a socialist from days of yore.

There's just one thing that I abhor the encore for another war.

The son's sea sick from knots and chores. I've ranked above a commodore.

The class has caused the kids to clash.

So they journey through the highway corridors.

To define themselves in an existential crimson chord.

I'm way too angry to sit here bored, so let's go find a local whore, and hit the local liquor store to escape the psycho-social norms.

The burning in my brain and skull are much too intense to be ignored.

I'd tell the people truth before they realized there is poor rapport.

Didn't mean to score, I had visions in an early tour.

Colored Silhouettes outside my window door

Took years to comprehend their lore.

God's more corrupt than Baltimore.

I'm sure you've seen the future Lords.

With hoards and hoards and hoards and hoards.

The games are bored, can't just chase money anymore.

The wager is eternal and value has to settle scores

"Just Chase"

They want big time losers because big time losers show all of the other players that these are the consequences. This is the consequence of not listening, of taking control of your life, of drugs, of not working, of being on welfare, etc. These are the consequences. You end up like the losers.

Homelessness is an easy solution. Build homes and let people live there for free. But this kind of solution stops the competition.

I'm hip hop anonymous. I don't even need your help. I'm just playin' long, ya' bitch.