So you wanted colide with the PIMPist Vision
Seeing time on wrists as the funniest re-visions
Makin money spending dollars & cents
Jus for a status symbol makes no sense
It seems that WE forgot
Who and what we really are
So no more thimbles
with them kisses from the stars
wondering always where the hell you are ??
Im talking from experience I carry no scars
Have you ever been to mars
Durring a metior shower ?
If you did youd witness the beasts and its sheer poweer
And realise that yur the food of the hour
Never Never land be seeming so far @ that time
To those whose hearts is burdoned with heavy wishes & crime
And their pretty flesh is scarred burning from the heart
Seared from the heat within Oh my God
WHAT have you Done
When MY Kingdom comes thy will be done
I got no use for tons of guns or
Soldiers who be scared trying to make others fear them
Im looking to have fun
This is my project in the sun I WIN
AND I KNOW ONE THING IS CERTAIN
BY GOD THY WILL BE DONE
Because what I say goes
Like legos and connect the dots
Conditional loves and oxymoron
So I stay on top ----flossin key for door locks
Some call me a Rasta
Just missing the dreadlocks HOLY
I say fuck that in due time
you gonna see lots of my creations
Its a form of Spiritaul masterbation dirty pros
Know procrastination is jus another word for not meant to be
Imma show yall when I fill them seats
Let their hearts reverberate with the soothing beats
Moving quick to the beats with lightning feet
Easy -1- love- does- it-------------->
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