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!

It’s okay, though, cuz, when he tried to move the pancakes out of way,