Eye Examination

Del The Funky Homosapien

I never had real friends 'til now



I never had to steal endz 'cause that's foul



I walk the streets with the baseball bat feelin' secure



but I try not to incite fights that's immature



actions that come back to haunt



I work hard to get the things that I want



and never flaunt



never post where the most guys post high



I keep my focus towards the ground



and pound



any brother who's my ace to my face



even if snakes on the unda'



I try not to wonda'



trainin' my brain wit' mental anguish



strange, it's rather eerie



clearly



just a whim



I adjust the hymn



deal with the dealers and the squealers and the jockeys



I can take the fizz out the carbonated copy



imprints are made in the sand as I walk



dim hints reveal rather grand as I talk



small individuals seem larger



when they take charge of



their antics



makin' them gigantic



so you never suspect their neck bein' strained



so many situated thoughts in the brain



heavy weight gain



so I weight train



'cause to me the weight gain



is a great gain



and I hate sane individuals



close they nose to new aromas



I got the smellin' salts that are prone ta'



clear the nasal, daze



you'll probably make a raise to a new level



and see the true devil



any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape,



any form



any swarm



ride over your dish like a picnic



I think the sick shit



I had my wrist slit



like a suicide



but I survived



and you can too



plan to



live a full life free of anxieties



while you're at it try to keep an eye on me