writings

who decided to monetize, to make it all about the guilt in your eyes, ignoring the good for the power of the hood, it's all a big joke, a game we all play, spin the dice and roll your eyes to another lyrical misfit, i hit the top and drop another line, winein' and dinein', playin' with fire, my passion, desire pushing me forward, onward, trying not to be a stay-at-home dad, it's bad when he's a work-a-holic who can't even stop for dinner, it's getting cold at the table and all he can think about is, is he able to write another line to put food on the table, he's able to create a place to rest, but all this spinning around he'll just get lost and decide at last he'll fail
when the music stops