Maybe it’s not all cracked to be
But flowers do grow from the cracks
Of the broken concrete
Maybe it’s not all fully understood
Illiterate in spiritual maturity
What’s the use of a good book
Maybe it’s not always so bad
I got me a place to call my own pad
I used to feel more wavelengths of something bitter and sad
Just the other day, I think I had a good laugh
No I don’t want to overthrow
A message that is powerful
No I don’t want to go
To a place of cold shoulder and low blows
No I don’t want to show
A side of anger that gets others emotional
No I don’t want to joke
About things that are sentimental
Yes, I feel pretty
Yes, I feel smart
I like Olivia Rodrigo
But unlike her
I can parallel park
Yes, I like boobies
Yes, I like smoking doobies
And if you think that’s weird
I’ll say GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE
YOU WACK ASS QUEER
I can be all things
And If I become a King
Wouldn’t you want possibly want a seat
At my lovely feast
And you can eat some nice treat
But if you let anger and jealousy
Reign in your heart
The invitation card
Is gone and not sent
That’s the story of life
Yin & Yang
Hell and heaven
I can talk my shit all day though
I’m Yusuke Uremeshi
She my Yukimora Keiko
I can stunt on y’all ass
I can laylow
Golden child with the golden eyes
How in the world can you not see my halo
Whatever helps you sleep at night
Whatever you say though
If I’m walking
All I wanna see is Giselle, Giatta, Lea, or Audri
And if you not them
Don’t even show up in front of me
You wack ass nobody
Strangers applauding
Like forreal he never switched up
To the faggots that think I can possibly be gay for them
I think it’s time that yall give up
I would wife you
For you, you asshole though
I would fight you
It’s me who they give the mic to
For you, you fucking prick though
I’m so glad that I’m not like you
I can encourage or decimate
And between the fragile line
Between love and hate
This is what I’ll do
I’ll keep being faithful to you
Gather around
Don’t make a sound
The Goon King is pouring out his heart
Come hither
Feel bigger
By all of us doing our individual part
It’s like damn
Shit really be going down
It’s like shit
One’s a genius
The other one is a clown
It’s like Fuck
Why was I so damn arrogant
It’s like bitch
You’re a loser and an embarrassment

If I could give the world flowers
I wouldn’t give them at the 11th hour
I give them at the break of dawn
Play you a song
And smoke up a joint
I’m known to entertain
I’m known to be different
But in this moment and instance
I want to say, “Sorry” to those that I disappoint