His misgivings, his misfortune in time makes him, ah, well enough
To soon stand for lesser things than to know how all felt his craft
The littlest things make me angry and I am boiled
The craftiest craft
The shiftiest shift
His little fingers in my eyes
How wormy, younguetaile
Yet again indecisive, divisive, outstanding
No number to know but to travel from here to there or the other way–
Doesn’t matter much if chink-ass hoes know more confidence in direr straights
Albeit softly
Albeit with an ending
