Hes a man on a mission With utmost precision Whats in his possession, Is all his decision. His mission to roll In the feelings of luck Yeah, hes not just standing there Making a quick buck Some say his dreams suck But he knows his struggle His way all around All around this trouble Its subtle Behind him, as it tries to find him Inside him, the light is dim It defines him. You try him, With your lies He has his supplies No lies, no cries Not a bunch of knives. But his arsenal, Is to seek, The weak and bleak. No matter the physique, He seeks and seeks, The leak. Which is patched now, Latched down Snatched out of his hand. There is no brand Of land To this man. He sees his future, Which of which, Is far too close. For him not to host, But he doesnt boast. He proposes a toast To these men out there Who chose to take care Anytime, anywhere. For fair game, Its all the same, None of it will change. Just the insane effect, Of your name can rearrange this world. Cause youre on a mission, with constant decisions, and aimed precision, that was very well envisioned.
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 04:41:27 +0000
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