Take it an run..

#1  It aint always what it seems I remember nights all I had was a blanquette no pillow in my dreams, now I'm talking grown man sence, cus I'm passed rims and pass tints,  I'm talkin present pass tence, but I still leave the game bent, heaven delivered but hell sent, caged to a statistic I jumped the fence, a penny for your thoughts well here's 2 cents, in a lot of ways this Game makes no cents, in for the love of money, banged n brused u can see the dents, if I've offended all opologies cus not what I ment, or intended, but if war is what u want I can send it, if game is what need I can lend it,  
But know all payments will be finalized, corporate cost might meen down size, shit on the little man as he tries to rise, the window to your sole is seen threw your eyes, I had to cut my losses then berry a few ties, then over time u start to relise, I went back to school cus I was tired of 
Braken  these pies, u could be u or u could be like them guys, I'm do me until the day my ambition dies.... From tryin to fly past the skies,  choken n gaspin lack of oxygen, what I got, gotcha thinking bout pick pocket in,  come a long way still sippen bombay with a twist a lemon, foreign freaks I'm loven all types of women, systematic mathematics like an addict, bringing out isperation from my grand fathers attic, what I gots mine in u can't have have it , cus u can't grasp it but if u can take it in run, profisies for the prodigy rebirthed in the unborn sun, still racin n pacin in place like I'm under the gun, numoro UNO number one, gets past the end of the rope walking backwards up a steep ass slope nows hows ta cope, systematic precision pears-is the heart of the one who  make a controversial decision, so make an insision, stop sitten around hopen in wishen....