Writing a story on a topic,
Hazing away at the microsoapics,
I write stories that aren’t meant to be fun,
Just the basic humdrum.

Reality is my Inspiration,
No matter the mood I’m in.

Dragons and Wizards are to be left on the bookshelves,
As I run to work,
And meet my colleagues for a day of writing reality.

We walk the world in actuality,
And see people with all different vitality.
People of all different ideas of reality.

They speak,
I listen,
I ask,
And they answer,
And we both learn about reality together.

I then write what I heard,
Tell what I saw,
And let the ideas fly like birds.

I've seen all people of life,
I've heard many of there trifes.

I laughed at their victories,
I cry at their lost,
And I hear all their vivid histories.

I write all types of reality,
From the memories of all different types of vitalities.

And as I write about how reality unfurls,
I write about the greatest dreams of this world

since i was born in this game
in the hall of shame defamed
of my original language
somebody from the laws
told me to surrender
**** that i stayed true to the game
took my vows and married the game
my wife we livin the good life
all my homie paid chillin' in the shade
got hoes naked with versace shades playin' spades
millions acres across the board
as my vocal chords
fillin' up the billboards
they cant stop the madness
evilness comes out the blue
when the money comes to you
fake thugs tryna get in the studio to  groupie hoes
tryna get in ya video
never that we embrace in ammos in gats
so watch ya back
cuz enemies be lurkin
quick to attack no slack
we all wear the same bling
so they cant figure us out
never stand out
like hennessey we blend in
put our heads together
and put chips in
eradicate the system
tryna build my own empire
light my fire as my desire
bust on trifes
and enjoy the goodds lifeee