Florida State of Mind by VSOP *written to Elmatic Instrumental Album*

Hard to get motivated lately but Real P's "Protestors" piece got me in the mood...already fucked up day might as well put it on paper

wrote this to the Elmatic's "Detroit State of Mind" (instrumental)
[B][FONT="Georgia"][B] you hear that..... who's that peepin in my window BLAOW its the reflection of my imperfection wow my introspective child growin up spoon fed mouth fork eatin cereal doused from a Zephyrhills cow soundtrack is "Reasonable Doubt" walkin around the house my dirty south wrapped up in a towel slides and socks a wifebeater basketball shorts "Florida" tattoed on my cock lookin at the man in the mirror wantin to ask him... "Why is it you drink some much beer brah? whutcha smoke so much weed for?" whos that man hot liquor on cold ice black hen blended with Colt four five unpack the bags underneath my eyes I know life my cup overflows as I pour "why's?" mints restin on the pillow as my mind swims in resin from Endo I've been slow since "Can it Be So Simple" instrumental I walk around with my Walkman on ...talkin to myself blazed like I'm walkin through hell aged like a bottle on the shelf I'm a dwella in a cellar a one man wolfpack howlin at the moon Yela... a storyteller since Mother Goose Magellan in the boots of a Tree's roots I breathe poop I mean I talk shit my poetry is my pulpit crazy huh? I'm nauseous about to throw up on the whole congregation......fuck listen up... I talk for them my dead homeboys are God's pits listen up... I walk through sin M.O.P. throwin elbows in mosh pits listen up... I drink often pourin regrets like faucets .......problem is my mug is empty and my blunt is not lit.... [/B][/FONT][/B][/CODE][CODE]
you hear that.....

who's that peepin in my window
BLAOW

its the reflection of my imperfection
wow
my introspective child
growin up
spoon fed mouth
fork eatin cereal
doused
from a Zephyrhills cow
soundtrack is "Reasonable Doubt"
walkin around the house
my dirty south wrapped up in a towel
slides and socks
a wifebeater
basketball shorts
"Florida" tattoed on my cock

lookin at the man in the mirror
wantin to ask him...

"Why is it you drink some much beer brah?

whutcha smoke so much weed for?"

whos that man
hot liquor on cold ice
black hen blended with Colt four five
unpack the bags underneath my eyes
I know life

my cup overflows as I pour "why's?"


mints restin on the pillow as my mind swims in resin from Endo
I've been slow since "Can it Be So Simple" instrumental
I walk around with my Walkman on
...talkin to myself
blazed like I'm walkin through hell
aged like a bottle on the shelf
I'm a dwella in a cellar
a one man wolfpack howlin at the moon
Yela...
a storyteller since Mother Goose
Magellan in the boots of a Tree's roots
I breathe poop
I mean I talk shit
my poetry is my pulpit
crazy huh?
I'm nauseous about to throw up on the whole congregation......fuck

listen up...
I talk for them
my dead homeboys are God's pits

listen up...
I walk through sin
M.O.P. throwin elbows in mosh pits

listen up...
I drink often
pourin regrets like faucets

.......problem is
my mug is empty
and my blunt is not lit....
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