Mindache

Only the good use to die young
I've got a mindache in my tongue
Summer's coming, it starts to frost
My lungs are full of chloroplasts

Old man, your sperm is so defective
I half swim
I doubt if I was really intended
I don't seem

Tried for years to cast the anchovy
With no help I have anchored me
My mindache made me bilingual
Hooked in shit 'cause I'm an equal

Mama, I thank you over-protected
But I limp
Trust me, mistrust me I's rejected
Lyric chimp

Madlame