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No room for error

No passing judgement

That one went faster

I better run for cover

Well-warrior, not a fighter—

I'll fight to the death for ever after

She said

“I've never been happier”

A paraphrase, actually

What a celebrity

All I asked was for protection

The fame and wealth can wait, j guess

A well warrior, never a fighter

Well,

As long as I'm healthy

Been thinking of traveling

That might be worth it

I've never been so frightened, I think

But always been selfish

Hold on,

I gotta run to another dimension

I left my stomach on ice

I've been eating my eyes out

My son is in prison

Ex husband, a fighter

The wifebeating's genetic

I'm just multidimensional

Now the demon's behind me

Over my right shoulder

I took my own crucifix

Like I lifted the boulder

I told you

I could bury my credits

With the devil

“You have no power here! “

If madonna's the good witch

Then what of Beyoncé

I took my sacrifice down to the alter.

What did you want

The coughs to stop haunting you

What did you ask?

I just asked for protection

But I've been surrounded by demons

Wife waters and cheating husbands

Not a shaman,

Just another lost one

I put some miles on these runners—

I clocked in 20 of em since the sabbath

Give or take

Or give

Or take

Or

I'm not doing my job

If Shazam isn't on

I'm not doing my job

If I never show up

Just to run

And the show must go on

But if I want to try Juliard

I have to work harder

I have to hope for alone

I had to apologize to my body

I got depressed when my son went back to his father

Back to alaska

Where it all started

—I still think about Jimmy Fallon when I'm holding a fart in.

What do you cal that?

A comic relief.

(Or a con man)

Sorry, I got off track

When I got what I wanted

I bought it all back at the pawn shop

Just from a deposit

On a long haul

I'm the wrong one to fuck with

By a long shot

Fuck it,

When I walk off,

The show starts

And after,

An encore

(Of four of em)

My DJ brain's back on

I gotta get to work

I gotta get a job

I gotta learn to twerk

I should smoke more

I gotta show em what I've got

Never—ever tell God you're bored.

GOD

What's that?!

NOTHIN

SUNNI BLU

Somebody tell these hoodlums crocs ain't shoes!

I see you stomping through the ghetto

With some slippers on

In a rain storm

What the fuck is going on

Trash on the floor

Your asses are done

FORE!

(Meanwhile, at some golf course

The landlords are making sure

If there are more of us,

We're all dumb)

I'm only suicidal

When the lights are on

I'm only suicidal

When the night is gone

It's back to morning

Busses full of strangers

On their cellulars

I pray to God

To stop the coughs

She must be deaf or something

GOD

What.

Or it's just Illuminati

Gotta run to even be a thought

I've been forgotten in the dust

I never ever had a brother

Like the one I've got

(The s