I’m married to a mood like I fight for food, attitude crude, “The dude is just rude” they say, but for my lyrics they’ll pay ‘cause I slay like Christian’s pray, make dismay decay with the sway of a burning jay- I like to spend my day typing like blank pages are exciting, when I’m really just bored and writing, and if this were cake, here’s the enticing icing, I rock a breitling, move like lightniing, always striking like my looks, but I’m just practicing for a book or hook, most mistook that nook of thought, assumed I got caught up being lonely, but I let my money hold me like I’m homely ‘cause what consoles me is how I boldly fold these feelings back like I’m fading to black, but kinda think this was wack, so thats that until I find another track..