Don't touch my gold,you know I dont like it
penning about life the way i like it

I sympathize with hoes,and drug addicts
Forced by the lords to circulate it
Even though, they don't matter, they still dislike it
Victims of circumstances where's humanity
We cry blood as tears but nobody gets it

You strive for gold,but can never have it
You beg for storms with low spirits
Why cling to the unknown and be a *******
I know, it's impossible to escape sadists
I feel for you that's why I wrote this
When love was blessed and that's it