
...I take a splash of Patrone to get my throat wet...I don't need a lime...come to think of it... put a splash of Bacardi Limon on top of there for me kid...
.....While I stare at life through these gem crusted, rose colored, Polo glasses, I stop with a new plan. A sudden rejuvenation & reorganization, another time for life re-evaluation….
… Life's reloaded & relocatatin'. ...The focus has changed, but the aim is the same and the dream remains. I stayed true to the game...and I'm my time to reign....
…A new view, new scene, & a new situation. ...I'm older now. There's a distortion of time.
….I've lived life on the fringes. Heard every last line... I've seen life on the streets...it's the same every time ...Questioning how hard can one fall? & how hard is the rise?...But it's not the road taken. Important is the drive.......In this life you get no support... lucky just to catch a flash of inspiration.
...Loaded up with a crew...headin' on vacation....Fired up on the coast. Getting into these girls and this dope. Seein' life double...through the hairs of my scope. On my search for a new intoxication...
...Loaded up with a crew...headin' on vacation....Fired up on the coast. Getting into these girls and this dope. Seein' life double...through the hairs of my scope. On my search for a new intoxication...
….I didn't come here for nothing; I've been put here for a reason. I need the yacht & the jewels...need floor seats for the season. These homes and watches, We can’t let anything stop this.......We're ridin' high on life, top-down, in the Gucci trimmed, chrome laced Maserati, ...my wheel man slows down, but hardly... as we fly passed, high on grass, I'm blinded by paparazzi....
…..Dressed all in powder blue...I'm makin' these power moves...runway models or business models...tell me how does a man choose?...Empty Belvedere bottles, sippin' a potion of booze, splashed with pineapple juice…. Swisher Sweet puffin', tell me how can I lose??
...Look at these fools...wearin' fake alligator shoes... outta cash, outta game, outta time...just move....With my foot on the gas, a young pride of ladies with ass... we cruise slowly past. The wind blows through my hair, blunt smoke in the air...... One more wind blown breath of fresh motivation….and we keep rollin'…and rollin’….and rollin’….and…….
~~Jah Bless
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