Strange times

Rain pouring,

Everything happens when the rain pours,

Poor timing maybe

Maybe I’ve been building up my thoughts lately,

It’s either that or maybe I’ve caught crazy,

But I just don’t give a fuck lately,

Cause maybe I’ve been down on my luck lately,

I even push people away until they hate me,

Even though I know they’re the ones who raised me,

I’m not asking you to rate me, or portray me, just don’t betray me,

I’m asking for your ear cause no ones been hearing me lately,

I have things that really grate on me,

But I have respect, can’t take that away from me,

I am in debt, I’m not so gully,

I haven’t got bags,

I don’t normally have money,

I still have family, some anyway,

Some acted funny,

Always chatting in about money,

But not making any,

I swear I wanna be more than ordinary,

How long will it take I’m not sure

 

 

Cause when it rain it pours,

Of course,

What’s a thought that’s not yours,

That’s inception,

Can you decode it like morse,

Inception on the concept of progression,

The image of pressure, needs to lessen,

Un less I come back and take a lesson,

So what I write less then the next man,

I write what’s right, not what’s flexing,

I’ve got land on my mind,

I’m about to blow like I landed on mines,

It’s only a matter of time

I never been clouded by nines,

But I stick with the theory,

What’s a thought if it’s not mine?

I like my lemonade non cloudy and lots of ice,

I’ll take a shot of vodka in it,

Pour it twice,

When you're poor it’s not nice,

So I’ll take my drink and progress to the next life,

I don’t want to take next mans future wife,

But if he can’t hit it right,

I might have to make a move,

And do the first round twice,

Cause she really coming up and wanting it,

But she’s got your kid,

You should be sorting it,

And I should be helping,

But what’s the point in steak,

If you can’t taste it,

But what’s a mistake,

If you’re willing to make it,

How far you willing to take it,

Potentially stretch your relationship and break it,

It’s a choice

But if I make it, who’s up next to take it,

What goes around comes around