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My beer tastes like apples; and I'm going nowhere My job's like jumping hurdles I'm no athlete, I just sit there In front of a screen Pretty excited to leave Though I just got here So I scream, but no one hears my plead I'm writing on this paper like some kind of journalist I'm not a poet, 'cause all I do is complain Like some inconsiderate bitch Try'na sound so deep, though I really don't understand What these words mean No need to tell, I already see That you can, that you can comprehend; and It it sucks, 'cause I'm really humbly dumb I know these people hate me 'Cause I can only spit these words with the help of a dictionary Funny way of choosing words; Try'na learn how to rap These bars ain't whole, half, or broken In fact, I'm the fat man in this verse; and The time it only breaks, is when I'm hungry for words I'm so outspoken, so hungry I'm try'na find a way to tell you that this ain't no pop song It's a love song Though I know that you can find Through the tall grass Some good love. & a tranquil piece of mind Tell me what you really think of these long words If I wouldn't know the answer, I will learn That when you try to get eight, you can only get three I ask the good Lord; why am I deprived of sleep; but Still I haven't gotten any... Answers Hence all the epiphanies I'm so outspoken Let's throw the blame on the anti's and pro's causing collateral damage We're so outspoken, so hungry --- Specifics - Slowdough