as time passes knowledge is gained while
wisdom lingers where can I picture my
frame when its over will it be a suit and
tie typin or a pen and the tips of my fingers
thats word so screw your chicks drinks and
laughs im past the past you dont care for this
mans health therefore do bad by your damn self
everyones mind contains a prison prejudice
and visions loves miles away but those werent
my intentions to be like this all on my knees like this
while my minds painting pictures thatll never see its
work end when im dead and gone over me people
may begin conversin probaly not though the past is
passed theres only hope for the future as a husband
a loser semi thuggin like no smoke no drink no shots
ill shoot ya if pipe dreams didnt keep building up for
this music money motivates and separates breeds
envy an hatred adversaries tossin bullets gotta dodge
like the matrix fantasy to reality remains a revolving
door of karma ive had enough and if your plans
are ucked theres no more drama is there?