Wandering around like a rat and staying awake all days.
Thunders and big storms are the vocals,
Is it night or day doesn’t matter,
Hustle for bougie life is the card played,
They mess it up for the unusual,
Ganging up is the base,
Let it all work out,
Real spits be facts to the haters.
Didn’t come far from the mars,
We acting strange and paper (money) is the king,
I spit no violence it’s reality and no reality show,
Do we go to heaven from here I wonder?
Acting savage is in humanity nature,
Paper and power are the roots for me spitting on us (humans),
Never taking in bankruptcy so bloodshed is the situation,
Every one of us wants luxury life (indeed).
Heard life out is easy and now present is going broke for days.
Not cursing but asking? Is the world fair?
Always came as a dream and now it vanished.
Darkness might change to light so I spit.
Giving out love to sexually is simple,
Never seen giving love and peace to all equals be easy.
Ever think of why I spit anger I guess nobody knows,
Feelings and emotions are washed when am scared of humanity.
Don’t pay that attention for things weakening you,
Real spits be wisdom for all races.
Spit spit spit it out till we go speechless if it’s possible.
Bro ur great in writing keep it up papa wanjye
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