Am already a millionaire in my mind so am planning my will
You there in the corner you in need of a dime
I think now I have more than enough it won't remain a dime.

Foolish spending got me checking my pocket for bills
Stacking the paper don't get angry for am missing my bills.

Second share is always the largest my eyes closed hoping for a call
Mouth agape don't look my way tears sprinkling on my face
Hate to admit my twisted will is just like a bell hanging on my face.

Morning noise letting me know that a new day is here
Daily routine making me realise that another day is here.

Planned out all in a piece of a paper hope i beat the traffic
Life on the road and everyone wondering if am still in traffic.

Different scenes bringing me back to my true reality
Black man missed with black intentions don't wait on the reality.

Don't know what today has in store for a loyal observer
But am still heading out tommorow keep the info for the next observer.

Don't want to talk trash about the person I love the most
But in the midst of that I still need to highlight what he does the most.

Straight out of school attention shaking for a right position
Lone boy on waters you only need to discover your main position.

Dad always raise his brow at me when I refuse to follow the straight guideline
He also should remember he wasn't cajoled to follow any strict guideline.

So why am I a victim of the only person that I solely look up to
Circumstances turning a real dad to an old school dad no doubt too.

The images in my screen looks more like me but am playing another scenario
Was I drunk or did someone just chase me into my own scenario.

Lost in the chronicles I created my strength weighing me down
The clear picture of what am becoming is tearing me down.

A quick future display got me scared of how many people am letting down
But the images left out how many people would turn me down.

Am still lost in my own mind filtering through the images that appear in bumps
My bumping image is a mixture of the past but my present refuses to be in doubt.

The mind of a believer is clear just like a crystal
The youth at his prime is missed up with a lot to decipher
Undergoing a clear passion to foresee the future he deciphers.

On the only lone road to actually become a true human
The mind is the only tool that projects how to see a human.

The youths rather brainstorm and meditate to achieve clarity
Youths don't actually talk they just use their mind to speak clarity.

The hurdle you are scared to climb is just ahead of you
The only obstacle that stands in your way is just feets from you.

Only you have the power to change how your story changes you
Living life on the chronicles it would look like the fight is against you.

Don't sweat imagine when you win would it be you against you?
The mirror staring back at you is constantly telling you how it can be you
Don't just limit how your thinking can affect a new you.

Holding on to the last words that I still have in my breath
Stampeding on the only ground I still have under my belt.

Lost in the scenarios that I created all by myself
Nurturing the only dilenma I created all by myself.

Wasted and confused I think that idea just went down the drain
Thought I wrote it down I felt we all thought like we have a brain.

**** am getting ahead of myself again won't I fail again
The beauty of a pen confession you are not sure if it will happen again.

Glued to the phone viewing a display it never saw before
Life is changing again turning to a fiction we've never seen before.

The modern mystery got us all glued to innovation and technology
Pushing and scouring for the next invention only to drop it for another
The mind controlled beyond limits only because we envy another.

On the verge of what is happening don't hope for another change
The focus is now on a new device based on what is viewed to change.

The modern mind is viewing change just like an update on his device.

A place everyone call home but nobody wants to associate with
The home everyone wants to go to but no one is accustomed with.

The shadows that hide behind the walkway lurking in the dark
Don't prey on the weak because you are always hiding in the dark.

The journey is short but the stumbling blocks makes you weak
Hoping the night won't swallow your innocence so you won't be weak.

The only place I call home but smells like fear
The walk home is different don't mind if I cling to my fear.

Be careful how your thoughts play out it might just disappear
The seasons are changing be careful how your mind make you appear.

Everyone has a cross but few are willing to add the weight
On the verge of control then everything seems to go down the drain
Don't look closer you might get lost in the drain.

Either I choose the higher road because no options left for a loner
The seasons is felt at every corner don't interrupt the loner.

On the point of reaching a new adventure don't break a sweat
Each seasons is like a game of play you have to break a sweat.