What’s up with all these white walls,
and why do they follow me wherever I go,
at the house at the gym,
at the yoga and music studios,
and what’s up with this feeling,
that the bigger the city the lonelier the heart,
see just when you think you’ve reached the finish line,
you realize that actually it’s just the start,
because the bigger the walls are,
the more I feel boxed in,
and I become trapped,
in the four walls I’m lost in,
got in,
around age ten,
now everyone wants a piece,
of what's reaped from the pen,
Nice Win,
that’s what I should call this one,
if you’re already reading this,
I don’t need an introduction,
no other words needed,
except “Congratulations nice win!”,
now what prize would you like,
as a consolation,
“Well Sir.”,
you replied,
that’s tough to decide,
when you’re hi as a star in a good constellation,
and since we’re on the subject of constellations,
what would you call ours,
maybe Big Tripper because Big Dipper’s taken,
I wonder if we could have a Mars,
a Mars as in other planets,
not similar but similar enough to get along,
and speaking of getting along I forgot the subject,
so now I’m Self Edited sulkin’ like Culkin Home Alone,
but don’t trespass,
because I’ve got ***** traps,
if you’re not on the Guest List,
then please don’t pass,
because only thing beyond here,
is white walls that’re real tall,
which gives a feeling of total freedom,
with all windows and no bars,
no bars except these of course,
didn’t mean that last verse as a dis,
to every Bubble Gum Rapper,
and especially to whoever’s at the top of That List,
I wonder what you’d call it,
it as in this,
this life this waking dream,
this moment in time we are all in,
free fallin',
hear the Devil callin',
God too but I'm not ready to move,
so in my body I'm still ballin',
don’t call the enemy Hate,
call the enemy The Darkness of Ignorance,
which is ironic because they say,
the Illuminati is actually the one that offends,
living a fairy tale day dream,
in this story that never ends,
white clouds and white walls,
good times with good friends,
what’s up with all these white walls,
and why do they follow me wherever I go,
at the house at the gym,
at the yoga and music studios,
and what’s up with this feeling,
that the bigger the city the lonelier the heart,
see just when you think you’ve reached the finish line,
you realize that actually it’s just the start...
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