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Bottom Shelf

I’ve been out howling at the bottom shelf

Trippen, rippen; gunnen at my better self

Sorry if my shell has been through hell

Any ninja in me is a drunken swell

Surfing tha bottoms waves

Sorry if my way wasn’t paved

Map and compass were both destroyed by today

Hurricanes; sharks unforeseen

I’m the enemy fighting everyone close to me

Loose my demons free in my poetry

Plant a seed of peace

So use to war aim at my shadow in the morning

My left hook was my warning

Right hand full of righteous fury

Never accused of purity but I bet my actions match words

Both curve my French into a curse

I threw at my head; blame a witch or my thirst

For more, delusions of hero burned with my bridges

Along with my religious

Only thing you can’t accuse me of is fictitious

Plead guilty to pursuing bad times and high

Pretty weird guy, shoulda been from another time