Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Breaking Bread

I don't give a damn what you think of me I went to Raised in the streets university. I don't have a plan I'm learning as I go you see. Ill never satisfy you adequately. But I guarantee when this is released you might say whatever you want. But what you won't be saying is he went quietly. I don't own no guns but i made this place my home. Riding these Cali streets puffing on a padron, sipping patron. I rock this like I wrote the script for this life we live. I'm in a zone. Couldn't pick a better time to be Holding my own. Real ass homies I'm feeling like I'm almost all alone. The time to adhere and be a role model a steer. Most people scattered any responsibility for this and they work hard to steer clear. I don't know if its fear reluctance to spend the rest of eternity owned. We ain't nothing but energy well I guess some of us are barely that I suppose. Positive or negative we hide behind our clothes. Doesn't matter what you know, perception has taken over the views you actually hold.

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