They frown at my exaggerated stereotypes
My emotions rolled up like a Spike Lee Joint
I get mad at all those cashing in for selling outMy failures are an M. Night Shyamalan epic tale
The endings consistently results in disappointment
My ancestors were characters in a Quentin Tarantino film
Because they were called the "N" word every five seconds
My closet is bigger than classic Oliver Stone flicks
Secrets exposed makes thrilling entertainment
My attention is like Martin Scorsese on chair
I scrutinize every single detail in my sights
My past embodies Christopher Nolan
All my past heroes are back revived
Is Michael Moore brave enough to
Document a life so scattered?
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