Finesse to wealth, the pilot of a story needs health. I need to “utilize” life hide behind blinds, losing my mind. Life… Never will I be sober to my thoughts of mine. First love I had was quick, sand, clone my soul. Love my words I told. Why bad feelings; a tan bag, with a tall Can, covering up the label: I’m sipping tell my Mother I’m willing. Fuck these feelings… 2019 I’m dealing. No more being in the streets I’m selling. Got my body back from the Devil, God needs to take note on me, I need my Halo ring.