Quit hitting me with bullshit

Potions

High

Bona fide

Stiff living low

Poltergeists in the making

Promised all my family

That I’ll make it

Record CD and exchange it

Getting sick of walking down to the station

But reminder to stay patient

Future life talent building up it's latent

Dream is true but lies

Patented malice on the pages

In a year I promise I be starting spitting on the stages

Be patient with me

Momma loves pushing on my dreams

But it seems dreams and cash ain't compatible team and able

To bring food on the table

Stable income

Hard to afford

When you don't know the system

So you end up swinging swords

At entities hoping billboards

Show the path and score

Life is poor

When lookin for hope

Grocery store

For a cent or a dollar

Canned trash

Spoiled and boiled

Most I could do for a barter

Is grab a bottle

You wanna sip of my life

Wanna taste absence of the lime light

Abstinence get the frame right

The swiftness of richness

Lift this sorrow ass working eleven fifty in kitchens

Looking back in hindsight

Still need to fill the will

Of spills bigger that Hollywood Hills

Skills don't account for paying bills

Wait until

The chance comes

All I can do now

And drown in gin or some

And chew tobacco gum

Fun until guns crossfire and your shit is run

One, two, three

Car shooting drums

One, two, and three

And your shit is done