Shon White

Off

I'm just dust with a pen; graciously given a talent for word play and redemption from sin...






I can't tell if they're patting me on the back
Or just searching for an off-switch
And with the way they're staring daggers through me
I guess I finally made the "Off" list

A most wanted man
Notorious for treading on idols
By proclaiming the Only One
Who doesn't have any rivals

He's casting out dragons
Adopting orphans and bastards
Turning has-beens into freedmen
Until every thought is brought in a captive

A mat savage;
I'm Nat without the burner
No p*rn*—page turner...

And if they manage
To take my head
I know my God
Will give me a new one

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