All that glitters
Ain’t gold
Why gain fame
At the cost of your soul
Blessed are you
If your spirit is poor
I encourage you to
Love Yours


Material possession
Does it possess you
The vices that ruin a man
Will you let them finesse you
God blessed you
To be made in His image
So to be living
Like you lacking something
Is only gonna have you keep running
From your inner demons
That keep you trapped in this prison
A jail
Where you feel like your whip ain’t nice enough
A jail
Where you feel like you ain’t getting high enough
A jail
Wherе you feel like you need to be sizing up
A jail
Wherе you feel like you be compromising love
Reject the falsehood
Embrace the love
Dissect the wisdom
Appreciate the simple stuff

Bad bitches
There’s a ton
Any pretty girl can make you cum
But what good is a bad bitch
Whose gonna be a bad mother to your son
Cliques and posse
Chains and blings that are glossy
Cost you a fortune
I hope you see that putting food
On the table
As something more important
Money is nice
It can buy you drugs that get you high
But money is man-made
No matter how much you getting paid
You can’t take money with you when you die
Love your family
Love your friends
Love will make you happy
Love will make you content