Off My Chest

Woke up this morning with Heineken on my breath.
Told the Lord thank you for however much time I got left.
then I apologized.
because Marc aint workin out, had to rid myself of him and just be Chise.
stress on my chest that might cause palpitations.
only way to relieve is to go hard without hesistation.
watched my lodge go from first to last in the time i was gone.
and the worshipful master doin his best not to put me on.
its like Trading Places, Winthorpe havin plenty of dollars,
then u end up in the basement living in squalor.
got ideas to put us back on top,
but sabotage from the inside i alone cant stop.
this is somethin that messes with my rest,
so i felt it time to get it off my chest!
dont get how a chick could like a dude when she first liked his dude.
it borders on clandestine behavior;forgive Chise if he's rude.
disrespect meets disrespect,no one should have a tude.
but its like paper, rock, and scissors thtz makin me sick.
realized long ago that a coochie aint more important than a d$$k!
now itz off my chest!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive