Wasting Time, Bored

There is nothing greater than greatness itself. But what it is greatness?  It is  power over all but only use it when absolutely necessary. It is pride manifested inside you that will not come out. But only thing that shows is the bitchness. Others might think you’re a bitch, but remember they’re not as good as you. But do not take them for something less, as you don’t know the power they have. One only knows about himself. And to be frank, we don’t even know about ourselves. Cuz if we, we will not let any harm come to us. But we protect our money like it’s a hand that rises from

Its like…woooo

Im walkin in a lane,

Full of grain,

Seein kids standin

With drool stains

Malnutrition to the max

But who gives a damn about the facts.

Im just in my own world,

Dreams are made possible

When I curl the pen,

I write to chicks,

Chicas and bitches are then,

Something of an amazement; like that pussy so good,

I wanna dive again. Like my life was at an end,

That juice is elixir, my soul, alive again.

Then I write to my friends, trust is what I extend.

Let me give you a hand, so dont think imma lend!

That shit is for the banks, fk the loans that tend,

To help you at tender times,

But when you need that attendance,

shit skips out, as if you thought my mind was bent.

 Fk that, none of ya’ll know what it means to be in snyc.

Resonate with a same beat,

But I guess we wear different cleats,

I will not speak.  But don’t tell me I can’t peek.

Get a glimpse of the truth,

A new day to shoot

Mofos in the head,

But still mofos aint dead.

Like; zombies are rising,

they don’t have brains, so they after yours

Guard that shit well, or catch the train and tell:

Bye bye then  and remember  ghosts i sell.