Until the Ink Runs Out,
So what is that about?
Do I write and write
Until my pen runs out,
Ignite my height
To show you what I’m all about?
I go by a couple names
But most call me Jermaine and
I want to obtain fame
As if I was Bruce Wayne
Or Lil Wayne,
but I don’t want to be gang associated
Or hated
My insane lames like Bruce’s mortal enemy
Bane,
I got a humor tumor in my head
Which I call a brain
And I lure the humor
Like Super-Man lures Lois lane
or a better example
Spider-Man lures Mary Jane
if my name was Jer-Man
i wonder what women will i obtain,
i worry about the future
but i try not to so much,
i try and solve life riddles
without a helping hand or a hunch,
i carry to much on my plate
i can admit i am not perfect,
but with a golden heart and open gates
i admit i am worth it