Yeah, on the daily I’m cold blooded like I’m scaly. Really, full flooded, soul studded wit’ chilly. Feel me, I’m full of ice, the sold price none. Of currency, just urgency, to get it out ‘fore ya done. Sweat it out a ton, not much fun, such one. Spends his nights, battling ends of fights. Rattling off fire, gatling off dire, places, faces, can’t catch the cases. Seems since birth, I wince on this Earth. Dreams are broken, schemes against the woken. Defense is useless, next day be like “who’s this”? Then remember syke, just my own worry flurry. They say “he chooses, to be this lone!”. “He just self combust, ain’t have a funny bone”. Correct, it’s an ulnar nerve, neglect led to dread and I full car swerve. Off the edge, a ledge I couldn’t grasp. Gasp, is this the end, my friend?