I dont want to die anymore.
I dont want to kill anymore.
I dont want to love anymore.
I only want to make music.
I only want to make magic.
I need to make money.
I have a mission.
I must meditate.
I have a direction I am going in.
Been in.
After being jacked before manifestation.
Karma has not been a friend.
God is a bully.
Allah works, but to your detriment.
I dont want to diss anymore.
I dont want to kiss anymore.
I want to spin.
(I want to) collect.
I am afraid of cocaine.
But fuck the connect.
I have a literal free pass to break your fucking face.
And Im still counting the Prince money you gave me.
PLUS the Kanye checks.
Lol I just abused cocaine.
In front of you.
I no longer share weed.
If I cant have my own, I'll work till I get it.
And feel blessed if I offer you some.
Right?
That's what it is for me.
...
With everything else.
...
You dead ass only think about yourself.
For years I thought I was selfish.
I needed and need more than any want I can conjure up.
Save me some.
I know I asked, so you don't have to, but...
Save me some.
When it comes, feel it, take it and don't make me feel bad about it.
You got it.
You got it.
-so mote it be
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