The improper solution to life's main equation
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I'm Mr.Freeze because I'm in an icebox
I freeze up on stage I'll die of shock
Flow changes up because I'm getting writer’s block
Not part of the fairy tales but I know 3 bears with Goldie locks
I might sound goofy
And I look like a clown
I'm just having a bad hair day
So I'll see you in town
Or in court
So we can play tennis
Or we can practice Italian
And retreat back to Venice
The new uprising is set to begin
Bloods and crips turn from blue and red to Violet and crimson
And the “gangs” want to commit crimes son
So don't choose a side because the war has begun
There's a little anagram for you which
You can cut
Snip change or switch
Interpret any way you want
But my comic sans is your Times New Roman 12 Bold new Font
Everyone wants to change the past
But I must present you with something as fast
And tangible which is the future
That you can change now
Let me show you how
You take the math you learned from school
Add up that 1+1 is two
And you pair them to get some shoes
Gotta run towards opportunity and if you do
People say you didn't walk or run… you flew
The greedy envious but are the tremendous
And turn Morpheus
Into the bum drinking, 4 40’s under the bus
And it's a must
To succeed you have to be ready for a bust
Not your kind of style
You must be feral because that is wild
being a cheetah and always lion
To yourself
Now you are left in the dust
And hungry on the bottom shelf
You can plant the flowers and smell them
Sell them around and make a profit and tell them
Make your business get some oil and shell them
But if you don't do anything you get nothing
Oh well them
Simple principle
Won't make work invisible
Cloaks make you impermeable
But you'll be divisible
From life's main equation
Depend on your force
Tap on the table and start talking morse
Because from here you're sounding a little horse
Your ideas and effort aren't loud enough from here
Now start your fortune and get ready for your career