One things for certain

While y'all sleep

I stay working

Stay lurking

Behind scenes

I make kings

I take dreams

Make realities

Modify salaries

Can turn your art

To a mastery

I Occupy galleries

Spotify

You gotta be

Qualified

It takes a lot of grind

If you focused on

Dollar signs

Plus you gotta sign

On the dotted line

Do it fast

You never know

If there's a lot of time left

In the hour glass

Seems like

You out of breath

Heart

Beating out your chest

Palms sweaty from the stress

Hoping they don't smell

Mom's Spaghetti

On his breath

Before this

He was on the streets

Ready for his death

Now he bout to be cashing a check

Making large movements

Even though he never

Owned a debit card

Or a car

Leased apartments

But at least it's a start

He got peace in heart

He be keeping it peace

But survivals an art

That's how they get them claws In you

They know them bars in you

Till they put you in a fucking headlock

And fall wit you

I'm Hoping God With you

Hope it all miss you

Hope you dodge

Ripping apart your heart tissue

With all the smart missiles

All the smart disses

In the mind of a narcissist

This the mind of a narcissist

With large issues