Cassius Clay

Dance around the question like Muhammad Ali

Eyes bathed in red like I worship chlorine

Hurtling down from space, off a gram of that green

Off the edge, shows a man what lost hope really means

He deigns it deemed

Can’t understand my perspective

Just call me HAL

And I’ll skew the directive

Protective?

Yes, he blessed it

A prophet to the people but he

Forgot the message

Stonehenge in the suburbs

Form a line

You’ll find that their kind

Will do anything for a dime

Plummeting forward at 2 am

I’m stuck without an intro, where to begin

I’d like to say I’m in the studio slayin’

But I’m not Gohan, that’s not what I’m sayin’

Invectives infest my brain, prime objective to derange him

Well, it’s working, that I can confirm

Empty phone at my side, I’m in a puddle of my sperm

This isn’t PBS, there were no lessons learned

No educational prime-rib for the pulsing neurons

R-Complex is the main culprit of what went wrong

The dendrites don’t spark right and tonight

I just might end it, on second thought

I might just recharge

Don’t be alarmed at this sudden change of heart

The need to restart

I’m begging for a clean start

A wiped slate, a new beginning

I’m way past my game, call this the 23rd inning

Fruit in the tree, so I’m stuck her sinning

Like a prostitute tailor, you were fucked in the fitting

I’m a rotten peach, in the field, I was plucked for the pitting

And winning

Is nothing more to me

It’s getting easy to see

I just want to be