Boredom Epitomized.

It's a little chilly, sitting here silly feeling that shit down in my bones like they think they're from Philly so I'm gonna drop it drop it, pick it up flip flop it. Find your groove make a move actin' smooth sayin' "baby what's the matter" like you've got a thing to prove. So furious and dangerous, you know you're a bit mysterious sitting there lap open so I sit, become delirious. Shape-shiftin', leg liftin', you've got too much time for driftin', round the clock you're hittin' it, spliffin' shit, making time with Mr. Quick hustlin' like you're so slick so shut it fucker grab your dick and be a man or what's the plan? Sit and ponder, fuckin' bland grab a marker take my hand- I'll take you to the Promised Land. And you're hazin' and blazin', think you're crazy amazin' knowin' you're my resolution solution filling my mind with such pollution lead me blind can't you find just a little piece of mind? Peace of mind never found underneath the deepest ground hear no sound clear your head you ain't dead just filled with lead see that shit with horror's dread feedin' bitches' daily bread. Secret stuff- ain't this enough? Thinking "damn i am so tough"... I motherfuckin' call your bluff. Understand this or you'll miss drunk on piss all the beauty to witness in your mind so recognize the rhyme as mine. We're here dear don't fear see clear. So I've just begun to flex it don't hex shit now it's easy to exit