Shit Cray

 I retreat because I need space 

Trying to get my mind right

Not into living the basic life

Some people are happy with the glitz and glamour 

I live for peace and love 

So if that means I have to go ghost

For all the people in the world you should know the most

But the peddle stool I put thee on

Seems to to way to high for you 

To many times have you gotten off

And showed proof

Age dont mean nothing

Realizing that as I go

Just because you have monetary value to make you flow no better

Something ain't right in your soul

Something keeping you from being whole

But that's outta my control

Childish and petty 

Control is something you will never have

Fate