All the basic information should be in the object itself.
Where the poison wind blows a deadly plague spreading negativity, viciously unto every city.
Since fat crayons, I write and display chaos. My plan is damage.
Rhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints, students influenced are now a nuisance.
You know that we are lost when babies are addicted to drugs when they are born.
Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet, I send out the scribe, now the vibes gigantic.
Letting off ammunition in every direction, Allah is my only protection. But wait a minute, Saddam Hussein prays the same.
You may occasionally be hurt by the sort of cavalier cruelty of commentary if you go into online forums, so there's definitely a maturity about not seeking validation from everyone, every single time.
I don't care what people think about me because I know I am more than all the pain and strife they hold inside.
Awkwardness gives me great comfort. I've never been cool, but I've felt cool. I've been in the cool place, but I wasn't really cool - I was trying to pass for hip or cool. It's the awkwardness that's nice.
I have been underestimated for decades. I've done very well that way.