Uhh..
word to the burning heart, art is a learning part
cracked out from vivid images so sharp, needa pull my glasses out
still in my own worker uniform, after long hours feelin’ hella worn
all good, still should anyway, payday, chick-fila, every two Saturdayz
that’s work, & last week ago I wuz doin’ the same types
clocked in yesterday two times in a row, sacrificin’ them weekend nights
I want a career, somethin’ sincere, somethin’ that wud get me pretty far not near
I want a new atmosphere, a jet flight, somethin’ that wud get me pretty far, away from here
talkin’ to myself, but how else would I write
if I don’t depict it like a man with no sight
clear out my head, overtime got me pretty tired
crystal crisp clear, I like my tees ironed
heat pressed against same way a still-mill goes
it’s a cold world, cash rules so watch the bill bill flows
if i was smart with my money, I would never be short on dough
but money is time so I’m just spending it like I’m just eager to grow
pretty sketchy, thoughts tends to get intrinsic
like syndicate situations bein’ terminated and discovered by forensics
I think I’ll leave it at that because my train of thought has reached the station
made sense, my 2 cents, hope that needs no translation
peace! zZz
