When Iâ??m board I doodle, I bobble and fiddle
Fiddle with my words, food, clothes just a little
When I am board I practice my parariddle to dragadiddle
With my sticks I play like I'm bad
I play like the boy on drum line that had no dad who gags
I do my best but people love to watch me
Waiting and staring like the old fashioned tam-o-Gatchis
But with no clickers their off key
Watch me give a chance and let me give a testimony
Like Dwayne would say the everyday males - E-males
Iâ??m on a scale to prevail my destiny
But my words are sealed in the mic trying to unlock the rest of me
I would and I could act like those spoiled rich kids living on the other side of the street,
Living off their attitude and threats they send every week
Countless action
No satisfaction running at night every time we egg their house
When Iâ??m board I stare in space
I glare at what catches my eyes
I glare at what catches my mind
I pair up clouds at pours out dreams
Rom the rhyme scheme
Because this is me.
