Doppler
Worn down being February, dreaming of being January
Need to be cautionary
equally as scary
nicest is temporary
chant my name like I’m the spirt bloody Mary
the pain I suffered wasn’t temporary
dropping all the pain I had to carry
I’m no missionary, god darn visionary
Never going to call myself the next virgin Mary
How’s that for being secondary
Master of the personal attacks, poet or mercenary
Wouldn’t call my self legendary or revolutionary
‘he’s speaking about himself, could his ego get anymore inflationary
Trapped in a centenary only think its necessary sick of being ordinary
My mind is unsanitary, but I would say evolutionary














