My style is fair to middlin'

not a surprise, considering

I'm lax like a slacker who's a couple of decades back

as far as achievement to an extent

of someone once considered intelligent

years have taken a toll as we roll

begged and borrowed in light of tomorrow

or whatever the future holds - truth be told

cold wind descends - depends on how you analyze

try as you might - like an actor with stage fright

bitterness and spite highlight how you just might

go off like an incel as you propel

amidst the groundswell of disdain

you remain unchanged as you claim

every day is the same bitter pill - yet still

get your weight up or abruptly

shift suddenly into bumping G-Unit

Lloyd Banks and Young Buck

just my luck that I'm stuck

between the pages as I rearrange

change up a pattern to exact

mathematics lyrical tactics with a minimum of practice

back with a vengeance like Tommy Rat and Trip 6

"out of commission - for too long, been out of action for this song"