My cape getting torn, tired of scorn and used up booty....

"wish we met sooner, but some looser..." hear it all the time.

Same old line, same old rhyme from someone not reading twisted road sign.

I was the kind to help wounded bird but also been called Supper Nerd

by those that cant use verb in real action. Hell I can take a fraction

of my will and chill out the fire before it gets hire and retire them fools.

but I'm tired of using my tools and bending rules and checking for clues

Of  life on mars. Mean while the scars just get deeper and the reaper

choppin faster than me stoppin harm to damsel in distress.

Then you have devil in the dress that undress for best hood hoe..

then come back to my doe hopin for "one mo chance"..

But I aint biggie and they cant puff puff... " pass and suggest you go

back to last dude that was rude to you.

Yeah, taking cape off cause too many lost cause.

You right baby Im on pause and let man kind find a better way...