Daily Desire.

Southern Skies in my line of hunger
Wanting the whole world on a plate
Should be taking a slice of humble pie
Just for a so called reality check

But I put reality in coat check
For it holds me back
So I won’t be keeping the ticket
When its time to leave the building

Using time's clock hands for toothpicks
Recycling it for the health benefits
So I can become a black iron man
With all those hi-tech benefits

Posting up, hi-tech post it’s with technical precision
So I can precisely officiate the world
As the strictly hunger for greatness becomes official
As that southern bell rings and I reap those benefits.