now 10 years later
considered as a failure
i'm still send up prayers to the maker
for a easier way to be a paper chaser
money warms my blood streams
so i plot the ultimate scheme
to get infinate cream, my wildest dream
now most of my peers from the gone past
is either making long cash
some are happily married, with children
the memeory of me slowly being forgotten
cuz i was never important
so i sit on my bed
slit my wrist, watch the vein split
hopefully letting the pain slip
life a bitch/my schemes to get rich
don't work out how i wish
so fuck it/imma live it
no limit/live my life with no gimmicks
true to the left side of the chest
imma ride to the death
till out out of my last breath
taking fast steps/on the road to the riches
my brain loaded with wishes
to earn the highest of riches
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