I’m an artist with words

Don’t ya see the pictures heard

Drinkin wit’out a shirt

The written is all a blur

Immaculate is how I’m fashioning it

Pullin collars as I’m chancing it

I might Van Gogh, outlandish it

This black slave is mastering it

My vision is far from seeing

So, let me spell out my meaning

I – M – M – A – C

U – L – A – T – E

T – H – A – T

B – E SPACE M – E

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