I got a plan of attack
to have more rack
than one hundred and three broads
who all in double d bras
raw
plus i hustle like a mu'fuckin
d-boy
but never been a d-boy
just d-man
on demand
through the country we tour
groundbreaking like a bunch of b-boys
roll with a crew
who smoke blunts and eat soy
food, tofu,
a chinese brother and a pinoy
but still i be blacker than a brother named leroy
or leon
im eons
ahead
and even when im on the brink of
losing my head
my forehead skins gathers round
and i cling-on
i know i ain't the only trekkie in the house...?
but i could be wrong.
looking at me like
"what the fuck is he on?"
an eighth?
a fifth?
cocaine?
a cid?
I just say this shit...
A SPACESHIP BITCH

but i am not alien
i'm more like elian
i
just want my slice
of the american
pie