look at my life

stuck in a room,eyes real low,staring at the enginner

cause time zones

Blurry vission,I'm only seeing what God chose

so I left my heart breath and sing slow

At any minute,I could loos my vibe

a couple of single ladies drunk from my high

a couple lies,couple flows and them hard bars

a screw face is alot of you damnb pop-tarts

I just wanna make this  poetry,go you and your crtics

I'm a blessing to this art,the message.I retort

nathing is impossible but immposters can measure

you

tell it you'll never make it,death is only awaiting

the dream of a man,life full of richness,wealth in

the soul

believe it or get rid of it,I'm only trying to

find out where I'm headed

and if heaven never calls,I'm still rocking GOD on

my letterman.

(Look at my life)