A little rap/poem about myself..

[Foggy]

This is how it goes Check my fingers on the synth, I’m shit hot And I don’t say no to no pot I have the qualities of home grown Think about how to do it enough and I can overtone I’ve left home, took enough drugs to realise we’re all one With Lucid Dreaming I have loads of fun I’ve learnt from the master of pot noodle About pot noodles don’t think I doodle I had a bloody great upbringing And people are singing my praise Coz I know how to spend the days The name comes with knowing the game I have no shame, no shit and a good aim Not samey-same, got my own views, my own brain In the imagination of heaven, for all my life I am froze And now you all know how it goes. xxx

[C911]

I like this. No really, i do.