Steady running my lungs filter air with ease like wind through the trees,
Cool as the breeze, watching the sunset and I'm not done yet,
With god as my witness, life is a ball and I'm going to hit this,
They say money isn't everything, they've never had any,
I want plenty enough to not have to worry and live comfortably.
They say the sky is the limit, don't keep your dreams down or dim it,
The difference is that I've got a sixth sense and no false pretense.
So don't tease me with mirages I'll discharge yas, getting greedy and less needy,
no longer stumbling out seedy believe me this is a whole new level.
Come off it though I'm not a prophet, just a linguistical optomistical trying to make a profit.
