Things may change, the economy may rain, or I may make it rain, and go to strip clubs every night, living at the top floor of a sky rise. Nah thanks. I like to keep it among the people, that seek real wholesome things, and not just the evil humanity brings.

Understand what I'm saying when I write it? The pen is the plane and I am the pilot. I have an unlimited amount of sky mileage. But the baggage it brings to let your mind sing whatever it must sing. I'm sending signals out like a ping, blast your spyware and make the speakers of your computer ring. That's the bell to your house, and I just snuck out, so quick and so rapidly the cash that I count, from your bank account, which now has zero amount, but you'll always amount to something, I guess.

Success is something that brings more success, and life is like a ****** up game of chess, where not everyone has all the pieces, only start with a pawn, before they know it that **** is all gone, create a masterpiece with whatever you must, learn to trust, learn to bust, and understand completely and logically that without you there would be no me.

All one in the same, the blood not the gang, the spirit inside, the look in the eye, will tell you the truth, face to face man to man, who is really out there? Who is in there. A line in the sand. A line on this poem, a wish and a can. Goodnight, no fright, only good dreams tonight.