One Serving by Mario Ramirez

woke up a bit too early and the stomachs feeling whirly,
look right into the sun and it really don't hurt me,
then i look up at the sky, its a baby light blue dye dotted with white gems,
then i pray for Haiti cus today might just be, a nice day too for them,
thank the lord for being fly use the corners of my eye
watch them run to the edge in a field full of rye,
boy i hope that they don't die, but i really wont stop 'em,
it really ain't my buisness if God was meant to crop em,
deny bad feelings, ignore the bigger picture
tree life for scar healing and we need another swisher,
maybe an overflown pitcher of the suns lemonade,
you can find me on the block, you can find me while i walk,
while we rap and promenade,
and let me overstate that i sometimes i complicate, but i'm never over-rated,
you can ask the only girl that i ever really dated,
that drawing, i made it,
the clawing, i hate it,
the falling, abated,
the lessons intensive, i'm stressin', too pensive,
always triple-guessin', smokin' on some sessin
strapped with a mouthpiece for a mothafuckin wessun,
and i'll tell you the truth for this my only swervin',
handling the bars at every little curving,
watch out for the bumps and what today is serving,
just whats up on the plate?
i think you're kinda cute girl i think that we should date,
conjugate and create while we stay up on the late
you should fall for the bait, walk with me at slow gaits,
i'm diggin on your traits, you can leave unwanted weight boxed up in all those crates
for these beats i isolate, girl your mind i will sedate, maybe then we can relate but for now my life mate, i like to call her Fate.