Love me tender, love me chill Complete surrender of her own sweet will

An artist's rendering of self -taught skill Return to sender, the bullet shot to kill

Shit ain't going nowhere, his life is a treadmill

Vinyl seems dead, although niggas be asking still

She wanted chocolate for Valentine's Day Close, he gave her a drill

Good thing Jill on the pill, Jack Hold this till I come back, only be a minute

Check the time, I'm a poet and I show it and always kill it

Organic, intellectual, beyond rhetoric, religion and ritual

In it for the royalties and the residuals

The moral of the parable, your dreams are insurmountable

Reality bites, wake up, you're not better than Dwight

I don't even see why you sitting over there trying to front

All you got left is what the pawn shop didn't want