Uno dos tres, seconds till I leave
By then, I’ve gotta a life to weave
I’m a host to a lost ghost
May lose it all, but I’m never lost
Mind’s not damaged, just cracked n’ high
Got no limits, I’m gonna shoot to the sky
I don’t pray nor fear the one above
He exists but do I really gotta bow
A voracious wolf among these men
Feel my vibe through the verse I pen
No handouts no favor, ever-hustling hard
Stepping up n’ building all from the ground
We all are aberrant from the ways of this world in one way or another | Sub-Editor at Smartprix.com
