A wise man once said, “The love you with-hold, is the pain that you carry” till you cold, dead and buried,
Though I’ve learn it better, through living myself, cuz luxury = fee’s and fee’s = debt, and fuck fame it’s overrated! I’ve got no-one to blame, {OK} I never made it, though I’m staying the same, hypnotic when I rhyme, elevatedin my game, still I scruple indiscreet, word for word on the beat,