Sorry for myself, i’ve lost my
kharmic wealth but
i can take from you with antiseptic stealth
i’ll dig my own grave, get my
front yard paved
there’s always a penny earned
another dollar saved
What lies ahead
I always my point, soak
bread in dirty oil
’right’s’ too strong a word
the neighborhood’s been spoiled but
i know what i know, stuck that
inner glow
i don’t have time to learn
i said i know what i know
I’m wrong, i won’t admit it
i won’t get it