Ghetto Life

Locked up in his dreams
All he need is some keys.
From red to blue
His wallet
Decorating his pocket.
Grew up from dropping cheese on his bread
To living rats under his bed
locked up in his dreams
All he need is some keys

He ventured through the desert,
As freezing and blazing welcome him.
His life is like an unwritten song
His worse enemy is time,
For the time is grabbing his dreams.
Thought of how life would be if he was dreamless.
Then he shall sleep better
But then he dream better,
Dream for the wildest dream, as for a man

He who is crowned the name of a man

by lil nig

Comments (1)

Feeling like a stream of music