i'ma take this time to Indulge
w/the other nineteen
funk tonic potion in my canteen
on my way to a city unseen
old soul country boy
"where have you been?
2 cent pimp nigga Geronimo asks
dressed in a Troop Track suit from 88
w/ cowboy boots
Gold Rope faded
Bootsy collins revisited

i indulge into....self
close my eyes...
savor this ride
Runninn to the Phar/side
from the hellish nightmares
scars from the miscarriages
abuse leavin' me cold in the heart
ready to claim the life of strangers
vendetta against..don't care who it is

i'ma in-d
too deep...not in a j-reed sense
but the nate/mona type seed have since been
tryin to get away from the batterer's curse
from this father's father's...father
my pops is a ike
but mona's maiden is a turner
ain't that some shit?

i lit a newport but didn't inhale....
just wanted to watch the smoke...smell the smoke
see the smoke..run

like me..for...a new......Self

-endulged

How about that? ain't that somethin keen
passenger eighteen