Breaking Barriers!

Oh, host of my past. I hear your dreadful metallic gates calling my number; but I ain't coming back! I'm busy! I'm productive! I'm breaking barriers!

Oh, host of my past, I hear your peering ferocious and violent towers calling my number; but I ain't coming back! I'm busy! I'm productive! I'm breaking barriers!

Oh host of my past, I hear your forlorn and desolate walls calling my number; but I ain't coming back! I'm busy! I'm productive! I'm breaking barriers!

Oh, host of my past, I hear your bland flavorless chow halls calling my number; but I ain't coming back! I'm busy! I'm productive! I'm breaking barriers!

Oh, host of my past, I hear your distressing and deplorable calls calling my number; but I ain't coming back! I'm busy! I'm productive!

Yes. Old host many of your former guests, who are my old acquaintances, seek me out often. They call themselves homeboys. My homies bring me gifts to get high. They show me plans for safeproof robberies. They explain to me how I can become rich with dope, that they will consign me. And each and every time they explain to me, I hear some part of you calling to my number. However, when I hear the calling, I realize it is not for me of the present. It is for me of the past, and in the past it will stay. For I live in the present, and in the present: I'm busy! I'm being productive! I'm happy! I'm not coming back! I AM BREAKING BARRIERS! I'm breaking barriers!