From my most recent report,
Overdrawn and out of sorts.
Move with more than one cohort to maximise my train of thought.
Sought the answers, took advice from the chancers,
Liked straight edge, now I like pole dancers.
Fell behind, moved ahead,
Learnt to shut my mouth when enoughs been said.
I'm not well read, I dont read at all,
These words flow down the river as if my mouths a waterfall.
I recall the fall, and picking myself back up.
Dousing out my burning heart with a hypothetical fire truck.
Would I put it down to luck?
Come on now would I fuck.
I'm only who I am today from the way I learnt to duck,
And weave. Understand my feelings not just perceive.
Believe me it wasn't easy I've fought my thoughts and they've fought me see,
I'm prepared to take the fall.
No matter how big or small.
Coz when I reach the top I realise I need it all.
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