Paradise

Tony the tiger told me not to lie

I’m brain dead

I’m too high

I drifted to the other side of

Blue and white of

Paradise

Of Paradise

Good morning little ones under little sons

Licking lemonade crunchy curls off of little thumbs

You wanna grow up now

You wanna be a big kid pushing metal carts down a

Blank grocery aisle

Oh, child

Stay young for a minute

I’m paying bills like I was only young

For a minute

Life is different

Golden ticket

Cotton candy

Don’t you miss it?

I know I do

I know I wanna get my songs on iTunes

Then see the world

Then write new music

That feeds the world

I’m not black enough to go back to Africa

Fast enough

Decaffeinated on the grounds of a massacre

It’s like that for real

Nightcap, right back to my record deal

I wanna help people

I wanna be rich

I wanna be the Bob Marley of this

Rap music

My whole-hearted melody

Lost in amphetamines

Trapped in a box, I was drinking more Kerosene

Believe the reason why breathing is so appeasing

I met the angel of death in the

Breath of a gothic eden

You not hearing this

You not dilated peoples

And a hand-etched to god like a lyricist

Hear me roar

Metaphor

Hypocrite

Dear me lord

Steer me for I fly again

Die within

Lie with him

On a top notch bed of locusts

I’m ready to make good on a bed with the roses

Oh this is life

Empty bank account and a kitchen knife

I quit the weed

I had to leave a friend in need

It’s been 30 days since she looked at me

And I’m sorry

Good things come

Good things come to an end

Good things come to an end

Good things come to an end

Sometimes

Good things come

Good things come