picture life

Picture life without having no dough, chasing it grabbing it taking ain’t I asking for sho, I got my own my nigga ain’t asking for yooooo, what’s on my mind, to be apart of a EMPIRE, the nerve I got, to swerve Nirvana, the urban essence, and the honor, still in the burbs reclining autodidact,I observe,interpret them words,in no time flat, live a struggle and bring a rhyme back, back door,double latched, and them duffles, the paradigms match, I’ll find Humdi, he don’t answer, I’ll find max, Jill with the (Ki-Ann)Cheyenne,I know I’ll lose you at certain depths, like the submersive titan, extend my arm, the pen, my co defendant, my right hand, certain motions, shortens a life span, the left jab,explains the joke, the punch line, is when the right land, day date with the tight band, front stage and a mic stand,till its white sand and some flight plans,natural reefer after life hands , outside the Indonesia, senorita say she love me, but I think it’s the visa,think it’s something sweet and get ethered,R E S the P,google that and add Aretha,just rhe fix ya habit need tah,it’s only one shot, either we man or we beast up