Back from the abyss

Images of conscience

Deprives me of madness

Clouts of sadness

i see in all the frames

We would be set free

if we did not try to fit in

Trying to be a fool

Trying to be cool

But these girls want their purses full

Gucci , prada and a swimming pool

With some crystal clear champagne

They want to swing on it

Cleaning up their story straight

We just hang in there

Filling up crates

But the woods is where the creatures mate

and we just messed up

stuck in a bad state

The colorful eyes brighter

than the jewelleries taste

And a n***a cant catch a break

The pendulum shakes

and the moment escapes

But the shallow waters

10000 meters deep

Could clear out the dirt

make a man fear disgrace

Glide in outer space

Laugh over perfect days.....