Quit hitting me with b#llsh#t
Potions
High
Bona fide
Stiff living low
Poltergeists in the making
Promised all my family
That I’ll make it
Record CD and exchange it
Getting sick of walking down to the station
But reminder to stay patient
Future life talent building up it’s latent
Dream is true but lies
Patented malice on the pages
In a year I promise I be starting spitting on the stages
Be patient with me
Momma loves pushing on my dreams
But it seems dreams and cash ain’t compatible team and able
To bring food on the table
Stable income
Hard to afford
When you don’t know the system
So you end up swinging swords
At entities hoping billboards
Show the path and score
Life is poor
When lookin for hope
Grocery store
For a cent or a dollar
Canned trash
Spoiled and boiled
Most I could do for a barter
Is grab a bottle
You wanna sip of my life
Wanna taste absence of the lime light
Abstinence get the frame right
The swiftness of richness
Lift this sorrow #ss working eleven fifty in kitchens
Looking back in hindsight
Still need to fill the will
Of spills bigger that Hollywood Hills
Skills don’t account for paying bills
Wait until
The chance comes
All I can do now
And drown in gin or some
And chew tobacco gum
Fun until guns crossfire and your sh#t is run
One, two, three
Car shooting drums
One, two, and three
And your sh#t is done
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