Verse 1
If I could leave a message
In LOVE I will address it
In the hearts and the minds of the people that I reference
A long glory road in the life of a troll
When you have to pay the toll
But man is the mold
It's seen as the goal
As you troll to your lamp post
Hand closed
Inner ear seeking out the outer fear
As you veer to the store for a cold beer
You hear the knickers of the bickers of the shoes
From the muse who accuse then use like a tool
She was fooled by the screw cause the type wasn't right
In her sight in the red colored case
Ace of the cards had treaty with the King so it's 21 down in the face of the Queen
He numbered out his strips
As the number of the fights
And the sound of pipes blow crack in your life
He seen as the maker as your habit finds favor
It moves through your body like suicide letters
The blue in your veins seeking out red letters
You cool with the breeze that circle off the trees
Like a new born baby the serpent's on his knees
You please with the truth like bu*terscotch biscuits
You eat from the plate that was made for a king
The love of your life or a millionaire's dream
His team had a spot in the brown colored pot
Next to the white rock
The holes in the sock showed holes in his plot
As he rolled with cops visions of a better day
Video stream and the bu*ton press, play…