Hateful towards yourself so you trample around like you don't know nobody,
Looking for some wealth so you always on the hustle,
Keep your hair up and get your nails done feet at least,
But a bunch of evening ware and wait for him to appear,
But final words from the Stars hit the sky of our planet,
Situations of life came out like bandages on hamlet,
Grant it time will tell if the souls were meant to be tied together like white on rice hanging onto a perfumed sweater,
We'd open may taboos to feel connected to someone sometimes,
Sexually perverse lines,
Getting jumped into different games for different stories in time,
Jumped into different gangs for different hoods in the same timeline,
Forging signatures on credit cards that ain't yours or mines,
Stealing old peoples identities,
Selling dope to the friend-emies,
Packing dimes for the weigh-out,
For the children to sell at school,
All that we been doing and would do to gain the love of a fool.
