Clearly Clearly

This is the tip of my Bronson.
Behold it, it only gets bigger.
I stand tall like Magic Johnson,
And I'm a white dude not a gold digger.

You jump to conlclusions too fast
Cover yourself in honey and judge.
The mirror speaks the truth about your ass
I'm Judy Bloom and behold my fudge.

If you don't get the ref, then step off.
Read a book you illiterate sonofabitch.
Drink the Anchor Steam and the Smirnoff,
In time you'll figure out the glitch.

The glitch is your mentality and the way you precieve the world... it's incorrect and you need to right yourself. Bitches be trippin' and dudes be envious. Which are you? Resign to the fact that you're lost and you need to cover your hand in an abrassive chemical reaction that will leave you with a scar that will only remind you of a time when you gave up and let yourself over to something greater than you... pain... pain that releases you... pain that resembles the hopelessness of your life before the pain...

We're all fucked.

I heart you.