This is a song about "The unlucky"

The realist in the game

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Got the passion for the music

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Something wicked this way come

Do the math, get the sum

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I put these poems all in these songs