……It has eyes and a pulse, but it’s size is out of scope, I took careful notes, most would love to sink their teeth into it’s throat, it got horns, but it’s no goat, it’s not human so I freaked out and slapped it’s face when it spoke, emotionally I couldn’t cope, I needed to get my hands on some dope, either that or some rope; nope, I can’t choke, I got to get it in, and do it in, and put this thing on the ropes, maybe it will loosen it’s grip after I slip, dip, and make it’s lip do the split, before I do that I got to get ripped, but if you stupid, you’ll get jipped, pay attention out in these streets cause you’ll get nipped. That’s why I use thumbs, fingers, and palms to climb, fight the power like Tron, then skid, lift the lid, and look for the roaches that hid, now I know they trying to get off the grid, but that’s something we all should have been done did, I should’ve tried to escape the crib.