Birthmarks

Validity at the bottom of brown bottles

I've been sitting pensively undecided on what I've taught em

But me? ain't learn shit, earned grips and what to show for?

How to stuff a resume with what they go for

And how to mask my expressions just like a contour

And how to pass on my blessing but I ain't Larry Sanders

Kin to candor but feet in sand or it doesn't matter nigga

Cold shoulders no tall order, I'm six foot

Done mistook the lines I pre-handwrote for scriptures

And these eyes hi res, all the projections picturesque

Spent until debt off the ideas I ain't invented yet

Shed a few tears for the position ain't put in yet