Life show

At crossroad; spinning wheels, burning smoke,

waiting for ray to lead the way so I could make hay,

I learn my niggas are getting a lot of pounds to burn.

I hit the drill but find myself being roasted as a thrill

while I am feigning still on the grill.

Oh Lord, I got to thrive so I can

knife these a-holes who think

I won’t make the cut on a roll…

I use to think life is a tossup piece of cake

till I sold my fair share and had to liquidate.

Even when I repudiate, it comes at me like I got nothing else on my plate.

even now I got BSc. in the bag, I still have to batten down the hatches

and hope the sun catches up with me when I leave this rash behind…

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