Most of my rhymes go over heads,
Could never join MI5 or the feds.
Understanding my mind,
Percussion instruments I find.
Soothing flows fill my head,
An adult story now, put the kids to bed.
When they grow up to be adults, they\'ll realise,
This world isn\'t what we\'re sold on guys.
I humbly ask how many uncorrupted souls left?
Don\'t take it out on others, that anger and stress.