I walk around like i own the place
With that evil, smug look plastered on my face.

I got a fresh cut, clean pair of kicks
I dress like an ac, but i ain’t do no crime
Water runs dry, while blood runs thick
Too boss to be scared, i don’t have time

I threaten my mom, and even my sister
I disobey my father, and walk with no blister.

I don’t do work, that’s for the peasent
Wanna hang with me? I know i’m not pleasent.

I wear a thick masque
Under which you’ll never see
The little boy who i’m scared to be
Who is that you ask?

I’m glad on the front
But mad cuz your blunt
I know who i am
(at least i think i know)
Your just jealous cuz i’m a man
What i deserve is not who i am.

I put on a show
But i am not an actor
Everyday, everyone knows.

Low key, i love my family
High key, i hate them all
Either way no one knows me.

I’m lost, like the prodigal son
The only difference is:
I’m the boss.

I love the way, my life seems to go by,
When i’m not living, its like i’m outside my body watching myself fade away.
Because that’s what happens when i get to far out while day dreaming.

i don’t have an interest in the hunger games.

i don’t really want to watch the movie

but why am i going, because i don’t want to stay home toay