Old Dreams...

Superficial mental state
Crystal plates
Chrome visuals
Big estates
Sickening cake
Gripping pistols like I've got issues with fate
Sipping champagne in jacuzzis
Do my damn thing
Tipsy off booze
Chilling with chicks with thick hips and big boobs
Usually
Puff enough Cuban doobies wrapped up with rubies, to beat up a beat like it should be
Lyrical bully, better than good be
Always wanted the top
But no one understood me
Spending G's at night clubs
Guarantee that you leave with a woody
Stuck in the flow of lust
Cuts, clear as a ghost's guts
Funny Tuscany money from Italy
Stacking cold bucks
Yo'
I'm laid up in a woolly hoodie
Watching the winter breed and enormous heed of ferocious locusts
Focused and rogue like
Tote knives and nines to stay alive
Bold and loco
Sort of close to motives of a Mafioso
Gold Rolos'
Allotments grown throughout exotic topos
Out on the beach
Feel like I walked right out of a photo
Only share it with who I know though
Stay going for the intro
While foes play at the end like guitar solos
Far from so-so
No shows or promos
Studio doors ajar
Goro flow inside immortal dojos
Get rich or die lonely
No one wants to ride when you're broke and folding
Can't find the time to smoke with my alive homies
It's wild
But it's real
The phony only wanna chill once you one-up your till to bills beyond a mill
As I sit and ponder thrills
In search of where I'm going
I'm forgetting all of what I didn't know then
Motions slowed by alcoholic potions
Vampiric periscope
Mirror shows it's just another soul with no emotions
Cold
Zero below
Who left the door open
Maybe that's what I need to endure though, to show em' before they close it
Apart from what I know
In harms way and it ain't slowin'
It's hard being far away from folks that been the closest
Floatin' on elevations unknown to most who miss it
Lifted
Christmas shopping, I don't even need a wish list
Skip it I'm smarter
Save some, get my children in a charter
Martyr living larger, still I'm ill from home sickness
It's killin' me
When will we be free from deceit
Seeding defeat through you're will to believe in what you see
It's okay though
Maybe one day you'll
Wake up and be released from the chains keeping your brain under your cleats
It's beef, in it's colossal form
Wage war on Noire Rebels
Ak's
Today you'll realize why mama said be careful
It ain't funny
Dummies gunning just for the fun
Too much of not enough
Running with porcelain guns
Blowing trees
Smoke forest right out of the Gump
Reasons to why one loses hope to get out of slums
Ima live like there's more to come
Though I'm walking the valley of the shadow of doubt out in the scorching sun..