an adult I am my brain as old as ram rapping lyrics by the gram selling them like ham locked in my adult cell ringing people like a bell man why the hell should I have to tell people how well the predictions turned out I'm just trying not to pout keep on going but I'm bout to show all the doubt while letting it run out like a spout my hook missed the trout so here's a load I'm reaping what I sewwed now my future is as ugly as a toad I cant even go beast mode I just drove of the road trying to decode life like it was a complex lymph node stepping up to the plate nothing nodding behind my gate I tried to state that I'm no longer a sealed crate and I'm hoping I'm not to late am I mate cause this is a new trait I've acquired from this date in time I will rhyme and try to prime my life of grime turning it into a wind chime making limeade from a lime cause now I'm in my prime like Optimus I don't do crime unlike you, you slime.