Fiddada-Fidda-Fa-Flow...
If I'm the color of white,
Light - By mother is right,
Like - By another is my tryin' brother tonight,
Trite matters that make me make the latter
Mistake- A flattered estate that's
In tatters.. I stay
No excuses scathed-
And pooch is from who is this bathed...
The budapest slave is a new
Order of Corridor's Knave-
Coroner's lame poisonous cave...
Boys in the plays, no girls,
We play em for swayin' in sleighs...
Santa approaches...
No enamour for my hope's plan for her---
The banter is
Glamorous Notions....
These phantom writ oceans...
No glow, Moon shows
These candle lit Corrosions...
I'm old sew but my plant is
To Grow, from These Potions...
Jack and the Beanstalk -
Sorta like that...
Ordered when Rap
Was a tour of four Orient Trap-
Gory and Sapped,
Energy stolen from a troll in Poriums's Trap...
Say this in scorn of my Sap...
Acorn is my clap, Leaf is my Envy-
Lend me your ears, countrymen,
I'm hungry when this is
a War without Sentry...
Horrible century, it's this
Deplorable meant-to-be
Prophecy...
It otta be us who
don't adjust and Probably...
The lust will be the bank's
New trust - The Lottery,,,
Roll the dice,
Farm the Organs Twice...
I'm enticed to explan
How we could splice and
Regain the Rights-
To say what we scream,
To think what we pray...
Is today just a dream?
And is it true what we say?
