something new....

I'm an intelligent recluse, like Yoda making gumbo.
Now, I've denied society like a layup on Mutombo.
Those that care spend time to retrieve the ball,
I give and give and only receive, to perceive the fall.
Time is an hourglass on the edge of the wall, awaiting a break.
Not named Humpty, but you can predict my fate.
Time is endless, make no mistake, and life is bendless.
Spending a limited timeline in crime is senseless.
Remaining days counting down, live it to the fullest.
None can declare my soul's status, living in the pulpit.
Leave your prayers for those that have nothing but despair.
I'm too cynical to be given a proper chance to care.
I love my wife, and I'm as straight as an arrow,
but put your words on display, my tongue will drain your marrow,
leave you as a puddle of goo, cuddle up to who better,
than someone whom you knew better, making a fool's cheddar.
New rap is a bra that doesn't fit: it's awkward and it hurts--
filled with lame escapades, imitation, and brittle words.

Name's Bobby, just a dude who digs good music. I mean actual music, ranging from as far back as the 1700's with classical, up until mainstream 1999, underground/Indie in everything else since then.