IntroDaUnction

I meet in the temple corner a simple loner mourner moaner. My loaner of righteousness might just bust me dead in the streets, cuz I've said much over beats, telephones, and ethernet connections that disrespect a section of my own election to the family. I've been ramming me full of toxins sold in boxes or baggies; I'm not slagging these bredren or sistren but spit red blood in the cistern of dissed men and now I miss them and their efforts; Why throw stones at lepers when leopards are eating offspring? Sing soft- Sing Hard, for a fleeting shard of stability; I'm a scarred liability to this occupation with a preoccupation on inoculation against the diseases. Party-pleasers sit on the fence don't start me cuz the pit gets tense. I've rent the tent of evil agents but at Lent spent my cents on a demented gent’s sentences. Pent up in a penitentiary, don’t mention me to the warden, cuz its Flash Gorden vs. the Gorgon with the morgue on high alert why’d I flirt with such destruction? I don’t know - plaster faster with the unction.