late nights, no lights, just me and the plan
turned nothing to something with blood on my hands
they smile for themselves but they don’t understand
the price that I paid just to stand where I stand
I don’t do the pity, don’t do the regret
I bet on myself when they placed all the bets
they fold under pressure, I rise from the sweat
I’m building a legacy they won’t forget
so easily they switch when the money get low
I stay ten toes wherever I go
they smile in your face but the eyes stay cold
I peep every move, I already know
they fold when the pressure turn up like the heat
I stay in the kitchen, I cook up the beat
they chase what is shiny, I chase what is deep
I build what is solid while they chase the cheap
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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