Final Post I am not cut out to be a
rapper
Sometimes I would like to give up
thats who pays me the government
what do I have to do to impress
work when there is no progress
intelligence sit back and ride
with the style at the mall this
worlds smart sure come home tired
not with your loved one anymore
worked 9 to 5 thats your life the
office the sky anywhere you can
money you have to have or cant
this planet is backwards cause
charities take care of loved ones
money is no object the suffering
Id like to see you fulfill your
dreams its worth alot and I dont
say much except where are we
at captain kirk people committed
suicide felt that lifes worthless
when Im going gone dirt I believe
in Jesus piece my beyond is me I
cried my final tear the emotions
afterlife tombstone thats mine
rest in peace stephen hawkings
history repeats itself and its
always poverty