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Eye Examination

Del The Funky Homosapien

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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