Second Wind

I caught my second wind, to be safe you dubbed a tape, and I'm still making your record skip, you can call

it recklessness, yes it is, expect the best, nothing less than it, early Grits was the genesis of my

exodus into yes yes y'alls, it was my metamorphosis from amorphous music into a form that's more amusing,

do it with words and wits and verbs and quips, observe all the people in the church flip, when you kick

the multi-syllabic lyrical tirade, if they try to make me leave I'll stay, they don't know me and I won't

leave, and I won't be a crony to people who are phony, but let me rock a show and you're not gonna know

what hit you all in the nose, not cacophonous flows, just the raucous rock n roll that you're rocking so

often when you're tired of collar popping novices talking the nonsense

Can I just get a second to catch my breath?

Yeah I feel so refreshed

Now I'm back in it again, to win it again

For all you women and men, I caught my second wind

Do you just need a second to catch your breath?

Yeah feel so refreshed

Now you're back in it again, to win it again

All you women and men, catch your second wind

I'd like to recite to you the song I sing when all the things in life are skewed, recite this tune if you

reside in truth, you can rewind it too if you're inclined to do, you can recline and listen, but be kind,

no dissing, inside this guy there's a sensitive side and I don't like to cry in public or in private, so

don't make me cry in public or in private, dynamite stick mic, when I write just light the fuse, make,

break, then rewrite the rules, gotta rap about rapping, it's the credibility test, everyone is really the

best, I know it's silly, yes, I'd prefer to rap about anything else, but anything else isn't what sells,

so I'm belting it over the fence with an over-intense show of immense overconfidence knowing that I'm not

this

Not straight from the west coast, Bronx, or the bricks, I'm straight from the sticks and I'm eight-foot-

six with a three-foot pedestal set under my feet, it's the soapbox I use when I speak, but for a split

second you might have thought my height was Nephilim-like, yeah right, I'm a half pint desperado blessed

with this bravado, "second best is first worst" is my motto, charismatic like an orator, you can call me

Lord Vader, join the dark side now, use the force later, none more greater, remain aware of the ornery

tornado, born normal to bore haters, inhale exhale, let's just excel when we set sail, wrecking the set,

yell, and let them set bail at whatever price they like, we'll all be free again by the end of the night