I found my vision writing tears on the tracks.
Traveling through lanes on a map.
Running ‘round the city brushin’ struggles off my back.
Killin’ ****** that disrespect me viscous pests on rats.
Got me feelin’ sorry that my pockets ain’t as fat.
Got me feelin’ drowsy from their ****** blunt wraps.
While I’m lost in the maze of their ****** thirst traps.
Workin’ for these grams, ******* never sweat for that.
City never sleeps, I’m in third place runnin’ laps.
I’m in second place dodgin’ crap.
But in first place checkin’ facts.
Beefin’ with the homies, everyday I gotta pay.
Direct deposit streaming through, I gain my money no delay.
Cryin’ every night as I howl to the moon.
This fortune is my doom, buried treasure through the gloom.
Pleading at the sky, on my knees suckin’ for a pray.
I worry for my soul as my body ends to age.
Wishing up above I don’t be buried in that grave.
Toss me in the ocean, so I can float the pain away.
Visions of the child spitting whispers to the globe.
My vision in-denial took my feelings out of tone.
So I tiptoe through the woods until I reach another world.
To drown away my sorrow in a bathtub full of gold.