You Really Shouldn't

I hope you agree

My father is the microphone, my mother is the notebook
My brother is the margin, but with no inspiration
My pencil is starving
With no production, it's difficult to believe I have it in me
To lay down my words laced with a proper melody
Right about now, the fact music isn't blaring from the speakers

Has me hating life

Maybe she loves me, but maybe she tends to change in light
Wiping eraser off my paper, man...
I'm just trying to say this right
Keep it in hindsight, though I can't ignore how my pencil acts
Having late night love affairs with other acts, just like the microphone
I KNOW my father gets shared with my mother and some other tramp
But what can I do ?, aside from break up a home that acts happy or play my role
Sometimes I just CAN'T

My best friends used to be New Jacks, now they're the fakest in my life

Still people wonder why I never really go outside
When there's a party going on;
Where women would most likely get drunk and get stumbled on
Truth, I would've used that to my advantage three years back
Until I woke up naked with a sleeping dame beside me the next morning
And for an hour I was trying to guess at her name
Then realized I should've been assessing the damage
And if I should be relatively ashamed
Because I was picking her brains, I was sober, and she was willing to do anything

All in all, nothing comes readily assembled

Remember when Jack used to be nimble?
I'm sure he quit jumping for joy when the flame was fed by another person's desire
Oh, they're so S E N S I T I V E
Only way Jack was getting over that stick...
Was to relax & relapse with Yours TRULY --
Split it in half, use that same candle to light her
Talk about the past thirty or so lines and get higher
I know I've fucked up this looseleaf

But everytime she tries to control me, the reciprocal flows right through me

I can't have that happen.