Producer

another day another dime.

Is your a*****e

hope you suffocate. almost never enough

you just crawl back out

your little peace of mind

cause that's what you always had been afraid to be

just another soul, in which just to reflect the space of he universe.

you assassin, because your art is null

you paddle because your handshake is too thigh

you domino the touchdowns of yesterdays

by now your head its up

because for you

Is almost never enough

you just crawl back out