the time is ticking
the hands, spinning
my feet, sticking
hoping for the trinity
I find myself stuck
between divinity
the gray area
seems like infinty
My regrets stick with me
shakin um seems tricky
money, cars, clothes, hoes
thats all my n****s know
not me though
no
follow me, past the vanity
the regrets seem to vanish
as if we planned it
what I life without wants
a life full of plesant haunts
sugar plum dreams
filled with chocolate streams
and everything that was
is not what it seems
then you see your queen
on a hill above the rest
you seem a little blessed
so try something new
anything new
sometimes thats
all we can do