I crack my eyes at the crack of dawn
I leave my empty bed unmade to attend my breakfast of champions.
I hit the streets with a rap session
Every hour, on the hour, and if the vibes happen to gel,
I treat the trash pickers and panhandlers to my special axioms and theories.
I rap what it is, while they dig
Through the garbage bins behind the pancake shop.
If no one listens to me, I sneak over to the burnt down motel
And piss all over the bedspreads and newspapers
Used by the winos who live there.
Then I go back to the trash just in time to piss on about 14 half-eaten pancakes.
Emilio is an old timer there, and, when he saw what I did, he got mad!
Its okay, though, cuz, when he tried to move the pancakes out of way,
I knocked him cold by slamming the dumpster door on his head.
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