Really tried to run the hardest, like some kind of poor mans Sean Carter,
Until I took a look
Out of body, like a shadow
Stood beside it
Was unwise
That thinking is less savage and all the time more similar to garbage
It's all lies
Some grow but never harvest, humble is best saved or put aside for the modest
More likely, the world will turn you out
I will throw shade like a forest too deep for the garden
Grass fed conundrums fed with a water spout
Like the world was placed below the stars because it's easier to take it
And I am flush with fresh thought, but I am not worth the capita
Haven't lived long enough to make it
I've survived the epic tales of shear wonder, how's a man born of below average beginnings gonna enjoy peaceful slumber?
Sleep belies dying
Or least lays under cover when dreams are the closest relative of success you've ever heard of
You partake to doze numb
Like three fingers and an ambien, that's mine
What's you're sleep number?