They say I’m crazy, but I’m not lazy, I just take my time.
What they say don’t phase me, my flesh betrays me some time.
Solving complex technical problems is easy, I’m not a rapper.
Writing poetry relaxes and relieves me, this one’s a napper.
I’m not a flipper flapper tipper tapper sipper sapper or nipper napper.
Nor am I a kipper kapper dipper dapper yipper yapper ripper rapper.
I’m just a different kind of human, a Visionary with Vision.
Do I bring that fission to create a fusion? It’s your decision.
Here’s what I’m missing to make this blessing complete.
The love of a woman will take me to another level in the street.
I’m already known in the streets as a true computer geek.
But I can’t get big-headed, I have to stay humble and meek.
This week wasn’t for the weak, He’ll strengthen you if Him you seek.
I know things look bleak, but we have to come together to plug this leak.
Some may look sleek and slick, but that doesn’t mean they can flick their bic.
These bad habits I really need to kick, they keep on making me get sick.
Maybe if I had a woman’s hand to hold I wouldn’t need to hold onto a cigar.
Maybe if I had a woman’s heart to mend, mine wouldn’t continue to scar.
Maybe if I had a woman’s lips to kiss, I wouldn’t lick mine all the time.
Maybe if I had a woman’s body to caress, I wouldn’t write this kind of rhyme.
Though I don’t have a dime, it’s all still sublime, and everything is fine.
This mountain I continue to climb, when I reach the top I’ll truly shine.
What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is yours, but the Lord heals our sores.
The Lamb whispers softly, the Lion loudly roars, the Holy Spirit adores.
Writing poetry relaxes and relieves me, this one’s a napper.
Nor am I a kipper kapper dipper dapper yipper yapper ripper rapper.
Do I bring that fission to create a fusion? It’s your decision.
The love of a woman will take me to another level in the street.
But I can’t get big-headed, I have to stay humble and meek.
I know things look bleak, but we have to come together to plug this leak.
These bad habits I really need to kick, they keep on making me get sick.
Maybe if I had a woman’s heart to mend, mine wouldn’t continue to scar.
Maybe if I had a woman’s body to caress, I wouldn’t write this kind of rhyme.
This mountain I continue to climb, when I reach the top I’ll truly shine.
The Lamb whispers softly, the Lion loudly roars, the Holy Spirit adores.