Where I'm Not Wanted

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's an emcee, verbal da Vinci, words are empty, my cape flaps when it's windy,

I'm a superhero with a super ego, warn Timmy and Cindy, I wear flip flops when it's ten degrees, and I've

never had an injury, I've got invincible feet, this is flip flopped thrift shop hip hop, the kind the kids

cop whenever my hits drop, this is proof positive that true Protestants can produce hypnotic-fueled hip

hop products, but if you don't like me just let me know, keep the door closed shut, of course I won't show

up

Cause I, I don't know

I won't go nowhere

Where I'm not wanted

And I'm wanted right here

Woke up this morning and something was different, cause for once something wasn't missing, felt I wasn't

living in a prison, felt a sense of purpose, felt no sense of introverted mental insecurity disturbing me

or hurting me, it had inverted the earlier version of me, it was me versus me, versus the world, certain

the world would hate every one of the verses I hurled, leaving my world flipped upside down and inside

out, cut from the team before I tried out

Attention shoppers, blue cardigan tight fit dockers, it's Heath McNease, original hip hopper, we can sit

down and drink pop or something else, Jesus ain't my homeboy, He's not a bumper sticker or a t-shirt logo

for you to put on boy, He's not a marketing scheme, so stop targeting teens, show Him respect and His

heart can be seen