I'M NOT ABOUT A PLAY THANG..I'M ABOUT BEING DA MAIN FRAME

My tools...which worked my solar system..what wears da technique...i come with many mechanisms..but in order to put my skillz together...i got 2 be taken apart ..due 2 failures of da heart...i pumped 2 many rhythms and rhymed lyrically..what stung my tongue and bit me off somthin fierce...i'm based upon what's lookin like what came eazy..u saw..i came..u conquered..i'm left broken hearted..down in my principle.so in my place where tools take up my space...i have but one mechanism..what brings da lady her song....on the street...with no play...the tools are equpted to function..what was slammin that nigga...like a chinese doll with some woodchucks...churnin..making a mi-ti cocktail mixed up with his slap-stick..humor...where i grieved for many days...lonely..treated disable...the wrong thing to do to a bunch of scraps..what pulled through..fixing that frame back to motion what moves me...other than..what u figured would breakdown..what can't lubricate..can't touch me..i'm 2 well adapted..the finest piece of scraps ..you'll ever wanna meet...i heat your battery..i take out the squeak of an old oil can..with no liguid left to wear inside your engine..but..you never found any woman that gives her basic principles inside as well as outta my flesh and bones...commonly know 2 your chocolate covered morsal milking that cowardly truffle...i left..while lubricating som' ruff echings..u know..the kind that comes with tools..making magic...by ..applying..that sugah..sweet..deep..but not deplorable root..you planted as permanent damage worn..where chills remain to stimulate my body parts...lifting chairs and throwing them ..where my strength gets da best of wires...circuits..screwdrivers..bolting me..counting the nights being attached without a real man at home..so i explode..turning me in2 what malfunctioned..where life can't repair..tools in need of recycling..what's brand new...waiting 4 love..a mainframe sculptured...where i was left off..dead..replaced..right from under my wounds..u gave...while playin with my tree without leaves..with no bark...just..roots i've known 2 wear as my thunder..where lightning rumbled..what killed my mainframe by tools unavailable 4 revitalization...so i die...where i am on da street..looking 4 mr right ..again....no..nothing ever goes right 4...CREATE..an that's what's happening..So i am your tin woman ..the mainframe who lost it's heart..looking 4 that wizard..2 take me home...where i bow my head and cry with wet eyes..become frozen solid...lifeless...without u..peace