Hype of the FastLife
I tell you, don't believe in all the hype, the hype of the FastLife
that supposed to bring us money, drugs, sex, fame, power, and the
champagne wishes and caviar dreams.
I tell you, don't believe in the manipulative over glamorized "Rags to Riches"
allegories that covert the truth of what this life really is.
I tell you don't get your talent tangled into slanders of ones that tell you that you
are talented, but you will be better if you smoke this blunt, take this shot, look like this
and sound like that. Did I not just tell you, Don't let your talent get tangled. Listen! Know your worth
already and notion firm on your self- value. I tell you don't believe in the hype, and don't lap up to attend to what they think you are, because they are just as tangled as they want you to be,
because, Hey, misery loves company!
Know that you know, that you know your self worth because you know better.
Don't believe in what you see on the TV screens and magazines because all it leans to is
lies about this life. What you see is the so- called fun part, but don't be oblivious to
with just as much fun you see there is twice as much hell to pay behind the curtain.
But you know better than to not reach your hand out to a coiling rattlesnake waiting to
strike, but its rythmatic tambourine of the tail lulls you to a trance completely too irresistible to ignore.
Then you are bitten.
I tell you if you believe, then you can succeed, then you will achieve.
Allow me to break that down more indubitably, Oh wait that's a contradiction,
but still listen to me. if you believe in the hype of the life, then you succeed to do everything you know
better not to do, but still do it anyway, then you will achieve to lose yourself in this hell on Earth
called the FastLife, once praying on your knees every night to
obtain you are know incessantly clawing your way out to get back to were you once belonged.
For what is it, a man to gain the whole world and to lose his soul, but you knew better.
I tell you every thing that is sweet ain't good for you and everything that glitters ain't gold.
This life we live in is no video game, discordant to the games we play there is a reset button
,but what is common to both you and I is that we don't have one.
So you mean to tell me that this life is no joke? Yes, well I wish
someone would have told me long ago, so I would have not wasted my time trying to
find the punch line. Time I could have used to find myself, I instead found that this world ain't nothing
nice. It cost to be the boss and everything has a price. How much are you willing to pay?
I tell you don't believe in the hype of this FastLife because you know better.
I tell you young George of the jungle, watch out for that tree, still you run into it because
every body is doing it. Blind leading the blind.
I tell you young brother and young sister watch out for that train, no it won't hit you, but
it will derail, too bad you were riding along in it, in the hype, in the FastLife, now LifeLess.
The opportunity cost of your entity being gambled away ascends day by day.
I tell you once it's non-extant you have no bounty to get it back.
I tell you don't believe in the hype of the FastLife.
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