What the Pawn Shop Didn't Want

Love me tender Love me chill Complete surrender of her own sweet will In an artist rendering A self taught skill Return to sender The bullet shot to kill Shit ain't goin' nowhere His life is a treadmill Vinyl seems dead although niggas be askin' still She wanted Chocolate for Valentines Day, close He gave her a drill Good thing Jill on the pill Jack Hold this till' I come back Only be a minute Check the time I'm a poet, and I show it and always kill it Organic intellectual Beyond rederick, religion and ritual In it for the royalties and the residuals The boil of the parable Your dreams are insurmountable Reality bites, wake up, you're not better than Dwight I don't even see why you sittin' over there tryna front All you got left, is what the pawn shop didn't want