No gold chains On..
But then life moves On.
I was just a kid with no toys..
Now I live my choice..
I have never been fake..
Everybody knows this face..
I always keep it real
And feed my dream..
My wallet lost weight
That's why I always go to bed
Late...
I am still drawing the same old
Plan...
My fingers are married to the pen
I always think.
Just to assure that I never run out
Of Ink..
I don't just want to appear on
The big screen..
I need to leave a great history.

Buven ThePoet