When the dead finally pop the EarthBigger tributes than I was worth
Their stink, the drug a chemical
Lift me more than miracles
With their horizontal mambo
I rise and so
Up I go
From fantasy to reality
Look to the trees
As if I were a Cullen
No reason to be sullen
When I climb higher
Like a vampire
Calling me a liar?
I can afford it
Having once abhorred it
On beds of dollars
Now others holler
At the sight of green
What do you see?
When you look at me
Got Milk?
Sheets silk
On breasts
I rest
So many pretty girls
In the world
They heard
And now they fly
They ride
The G6 penis
I’m not bigger than Jesus
Who was he again?
A so called friend
When did I begin?
The killing
Maybe dealing
I’ve been trying
Now I’m smiling
At the top of the world
Beneath another girl
A higher life
High Off Life
Just high tonight
My truly blessed life
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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