Broken English Soufflé

Supremely decorated, part-time hated most faded/become a witness to life nostalgia reupholstered & non carbonated/the dude your pops warned you about mixed with the man your moms wants you to marry /adjectives & verbs my special gift to reverse the curse of life lived in neutral reverse/still hadn't grown up enough yet, learned enough yet or confronted the scars deep within my soul enough yet/just in the pews with gospel flavored candy ears where the Locus & Canker worm chewed me through/now I stay/ bent leaned back like rickshaws stomach full of growls like, fuck you nigga/everybody got they vice, mine is weed & the pen/learned at Pop Dukes knee the schemes to contemplate a veer from the razor sharp teeth of the Pen/though I could never smoke enough to fill the holes in my development/spit knowledge on project rooftops, beat boxed in tenement hallways and stumbled over punch lines in many corner store ciphers/Divine Sinner, yeah that's me, during the come up I make my home in the corruption capital of NYC/where State Senator & son throw tax payer’s paper like Puff on the boat in Hypnotize/CT born but I rep LES to my B Boy stop, till my mind don't plot, which means my casket, dropped