Prestigious Jesus while my actions are one with the seasons.
City lights spark a New York night
Manifesting the do or die slogan.
Currency is in trust of the Messiah,
So spend it to get higher,
Like earth wind and fire.
Skies are misty,
My life predicted by a gypsy.
Condo’s are tomb proof,
Looking out the sky out the moon roof.
My mind elevates as time waste,
Wise man build to destroy,
Putting these poems in a pot and cooking,
Dreaming marvelous and scandalous.
The legacy will never end,
Simmer down when im in the town.