Dawn crackin’ open, I’m already in motion
Engine still hot from the night’s locomotion
Text full of commas, but zero emotion
Numbers on paper, but my soul feelin’ frozen
Mama keep callin’, I hit decline twice
She know that her boy got a mountain of vice
Streets call me louder than blood or advice
I answer with mileage, not words or a price
Pockets get heavy, but nights gettin’ hollow
Friends turn to shadows when cash start to follow
Dreams on the back burner, flame turned to coal
I’m diggin’ for gold while my youth turnin’ old
Stack after stack, but the cost keepin’ tally
Every new win got a ghost in the valley
I smile for the gram, but the lens see a mask
The real me is somewhere still stuck in the past
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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