protect yourself

so you only be about that bread but that shit is mouldy, and i look into your heart and see that you’re a coldy. cause this shit that you inject is icy, and world that you protect is dicey. money stacks and paper rolls are common favours, with a one trick ride as your neighbour. when your enemies all become friendly, and struggle is but a distant memory. the pain your mother screams is ignored, as she holds onto the little boy she adored. selfish snakes and venom ties have got your fame up, and you wonder when they’ll try and flip the game up. honestly you will see this life will catch you, and you’ll still be waiting for your promised breakthrough. please don't think i'm trying to bring you down, just remember everybody wants to wear the crown.