Living a Fantod life, why i got to look over my shoulder, could sweats at night, thinkin that life should be over, thoughts, of swimming in the money as deep as the ocean,  drowning in my own wealth, an got the doors to the world open. Complacent in believin that this silver be golen.

 I still know the truth, the real life potrays me as chosen. How do i live the real, when the fake got me down on my knees, When i should be kissin the ground, head down, praising the king.a Gerent over my life that manages all things, who gives me faith in believing the things unseen.

The world still cant tell me, how im able to have dreams , or how the earth was created by an atom without a eve, magician they are with alot of tricks up they sleeve, easily fooled are the ones who dont believe. On top of the hill, knowing the bottom has adversity, i surpass it all knowing that Jesus is always with me.