So obsessed with the self image/
ruminate on insecurities - when the mind is shell centric/
Grey matter just a self prison
Perpetuate grand illusions to simulate a life that felt different/
Cant run from the chemicals
Sensitive within the frontal lobe/
Yet the love feels ephemeral
No exorcism for that inner ghost
Vision fixed on vivid centerfolds
In retrospect I cant perfect this individual
I run from things the nigger in the mirror knows/
with a soul to compliment the full lips and bigger nose/
Eggshelling on the brick road
with Tigger toes/
on Disney movies and crime/
The telameres decide when the ills metastasize/
Endless vibe - make the mute feel the bars I pantomime/
___ Sharoyce Antwan