Don't Be - Golden Rules

I’m standing on the edge about to jump

You’re nervous looking at me

You scared because I’m one

To not be stressing whatever’s said

Afraid of gun

Is something that I never had care for feeling numb

Scurry over properties

There’s no monopolies

The money in our lives be real

You’re microscopping

We observe from a distance

Be my philosophy

I’m drinking coffee from the post cold

You probably think

That these people with goals afraid to lose

I do it for the love

But love don’t pay no dues

Love don’t keep the water and the heat on

I’m boiling ramen noodles with a lighter

So how your day goin'?

You in the lobby eating pork

I vist NY for a week

Can’t get a taxi in New York

I must’ve fit the profile of being broke

True indeed, I was down to a dime, but my approach

Is different when you living for a purpose and you know it

So you take the longer route

But you don’t know the place you goin'

I seen a hooker with a stroller on her way to work

A man on crutches thinking how he get his legs to work

A women lusting till a dealer come and snatch her purse

A little boy from South Florida, he hungry, stomach hurt

This ain’t a rapper wit' lies I’m writing lines

Suicide from the pen to the pad

Straight from the mind

(Hey, prick)

You must be pumping something through my veins

I felt you, heard you, but nothing has changed

I don’t trip.

I don’t bleed.

I don’t want.

I don’t need.

Quite alright.

Yes, indeed.

If you want to succeed, don’t be a bitch