Gorakh - Intro: Aspokenworddream I lyrics

Golden moca**ins cover my feet with excellence Patch the gaps in pouch with numbers I show reverence. Visions of me on a bridge in the latest Benz That's me all majestic in a moment thinkin' preference Why sit in a Local temple full of old dummies When comfort is a ride plus heater in the two seats Lord knows, Lord knows: It's human to be sacrilegious, good/bad, black/white, ying/yang: It's pretty simple I'm Vinie the Poo, just out there getting honey Hunger pokes my nerves.. I'm on my "F*** B****** and get Curry" My Living room got persian carpet Food, table got bread and water Every day I chase gold, like my last name Potter I never felt like my connections been broad. I spend most of my time in a reclusive entourage Contemplating how to make my parents quit they job Clichés on clichés, ain't nothing has evolved Ain't nothing has been solved My mind's a loaded gun Ready to go off, causing an inner harm Elation mixed with patience, and prison like condition, ambition: is a daily co*ktail I'm served from a can I read the Bible with rifle lying next to my hand (In)'Case Holy Water dries out, still gotta grab some bags