Hitting The Reset Button

I had to hit the reset button....I Couldn't quit..but starting all over again will be rough.

Ignored the punishment glutton and the naysayer..a brotha had to call their bluff.

Troops are deployed...narco-guerillas..from the Bluff near the Georgia Dome..to the Parkhill Projects up in Louisville.

Troops deployed from Iraq to Afghanistan...opposition suppressed in Iran.. what's the deal?

Loops are destroyed in the lab..Sonic rehab..mechanical engineering that's the deal.

Avoiding one just out of rehab...reset buttons not set properly..so what's the real deal?

Not devoid of funk..no need to blast off..the style is intergalactic but still down to earth.

In the A-Town? it's crunk, snap or trap..for what that's worth.

The trunk in the hooptie will rattle..thumped like Pakistan..like a car bomb.

What will the scoop be? a snitch will tattle..in ditches they're dumped..what were they on?

Summons and indictments are received...9/11 suspects moved to New York...things have gotten ugly.

Hague or Geneva Conventions rules followed? no doctrine swallowed.. nothing they can tell me.

A brotha will be using Breakbeat Science...considered unconventional weapons and wisdom...not working with them.

Actually...divine intervention takes place..not trying to get hurt with them.

As they work with demons...trying to bring about a regime change.

Driving lemons..daughter of chaos riding shotgun..like Cameo, she seemed strange.

Didn't like it..no semen shared.. the adventure is over..danger zones are evacuated..like Hurricane Katrina.

Truth or dared? I hit the reset button..wasn't singing like the Chi-Lites...have you seen her.