INTRODaUnCTION

I meet in the temple corner
a simple loner mourner moaner,
my loaner of righteousness
might just bust me dead in the streets
cuz i've said much over beats
telephones and ethernet connections
that disrespect a section of my own election
to the Family,
i've been ramming me
full of toxins sold in boxes or baggies,
i'm not slagging these
bredren or sistren
but spit red blood in the cistern
of dissed men and now i miss them
and their efforts,
why throw sticks at lepers
when leopards are eating our offspring?
sing soft sing
hard
for a fleeting shard of stability,
i'm a scarred liability
to this occupation with a preoccupation
on inoculation against the diseases,
party-pleasers sit on the fence
don't start me, the pit gets tense
i've rent the tent of evil agents
but at Lent spent my cents
on a demented gent's sentences
pent up in penitentiary
don't mention me to the warden,
cuz its Flash Gorden vs. the Gorgon
with the morgue on high alert
why'd I flirt with such destruction?
I don't know, but please plaster faster with the Unction.