Them nightmares turn to reality then you sleep fantasy, writing poems without no meaning like speaking without purpose , wanna love but its only skin deep and when you sleep , you think the the next time you sleep its gonna be eternity, so I'm living for the moment, hate being sober cuz the alcohol impair me now I can go stupid act reckless when I wanna, smoke marijuana, and be like everybody else. Cuz they lock me In for being myself,Go deeper phonebook and my plates in my shirt when I'm beefing wit these s truth is I smiled but I hated my teachers cuz they reminded me of preachers they playing the wrong roles remember back to when I had corn rows when them grades was meaningless back when I started saying money over bull My deepest flow ever wondering when my flow get hotter ask my gars ask my lighters cuz that 9-5 life is vacant in my mind like a glass wit no wine and its bottling my emotions just focus fight over currency over security you chase that money wit them bangers knowing damn well them some strangers