On the Side

Every time i try to get some peace of mind
Some muthafucka wanta get a piece of mine
Nah, I'm only playing; that's an Outkast line
All I'm sayin is I'm a big boi and i'm
Tryn
To find
Some peace
Underneath
The sunshine
Or even the moonlight
Tonight
Couldn't be to soon, aight
But if you get in my way
I don't play
I'm peaceful
But not meek, fool
Don't mistake
My indifference
Towards people
As avoidance
I'll destroy you
In accordance
With what i think the situation
Warrants
But either way, it's gon be
Poetic
Devastation
The type of which
You've never faced in
That pathetic
Life you're wastin
But I'm hastin
In my imagination
Back to reality
Oops, there goes gravity
Grabbin me
Just when i was learning to fly
I was burning alive
In my own, private agony
But then i realized
That i was thinking diagonally
Head not on straight
Had to reevaluate
My logic
Make some changes
That could not wait
Chop it
Up with strangers
Who i paid
To help me get myself straight
Sometimes i feel so irate
At what I've wasted
But that can't be adjusted
My attitude can
It can be replaced with
Gratitude and
Respect for the future
Both mine's and other's
We're all sisters and brothers
But you know how family be behavin
Sometimes can feel like they good for nathin
Especially when you got a lot on your plate 'n'
And there's no understatin'
The state of affairs
That are waitin
Down the stairs
Or out the door
However you typically pour
Out into the streets to start your daily tour
Of slavin away
Oops, i meant doing chores
To make your pay
To make your way
Prayin e'ry day
Is not the day
That it all
Finally
Falls
Apart

Say?
How is your heart
Do you view
You
And others as in this together
Or apart?
Or does it depend on the weather?
Or how well off you start?
I
Think i
Think my
Views have been evolving
Along a revolving path
That spirals towards a singular truth
Which, when learned, will only make me laugh
Slyly
While others side-eye me
Scanning for proof
That the chickens in my noodle
Finally
Flew the coop
Cuz the words i said
Out my mouth
Are a soup
Of half-thought-through
Ideas with a scoop
Of cynicism
Sprinkled with an episode 'o' Seinfeld on the side
Get it?

Now Imma stop spittin'
And jus let the beat ride