P. Soul - Money Tree lyrics

Verse 1 Now I'm shaded by a money tree Luckily, f** with me Broke gettin' woman but now they're not showing love for me Cause I'm Ugly, my insides twisted Sicker than sick, pale skin, lips blistered... 3 sixes, HUSH! Hear the hisses? The games viscous, I thought the tales were fictitious He clouds out my friends n rains down on me The Devil's tryna take the halo that was crowned to the Soul of mine, energised through drum beats Rooted in the music ever since a young seed Burn the weed n climb the tree like i'm Tarzan I built a house within the leaves so I can't land High as hell and I'm shining like a star man The time's changed, I used to be bar man Keep a pad upon my bedside, yes I... Fly early like a red eye, get high... Chorus (Speech by Alan Watts.) "Now poetry though is the great language because poetry is the art of saying what can't be said Every poet knows this... You're trying to describe the indescribable and every poet also knows, that nothing is describable! What ever you say something is, it isn't." Verse 2 Mastermind lyricist, indigo native Lone wolf traveller, minimal conversation I spit flames but my speech is cold Show you the depths of my character n play my role Life's not an easy road, 
Lead me home Or tell me where i need to go Freezing cold, knee deep in snow I clench hold of my towel while i seek my soul... I sip my bottle til I sleep like a baby Roll up a spliff til I flow so wavey Hold no grudges, chilled like A/C N I'm misjudged, but I love that they hate me! I'm free like a mason, fly like a raven The studio my haven, drown out the hatin' Yeah I'm caucasian, keep the fire blazing All i wanna do is write rhymes til i'm ancient