sanctioned

Alright it's sanctioned, so I'll move ahead

I'ma give thanks and just count on my bread

I went through lengths to just make this my meds

Sick to my stomach, wrote raps in the shed

I couldn't punch and I didn't know how

Now they want lunches to learn and I'm wowed

I had a hunch that I'd sit in the south

Life that you munched, not as ill as it sounds

Waited, he spit, boy, it's tragic for crowds

Think that he left, the magical clouds

We all as rich as we say from the couch