Ghostwriter

Posted: October 15, 2016 in Uncategorized

 It’s difficult times When you’ve got predictable rhymes

All these despicable minds

Attempt to fulfill my demise 

I doubt it’s me they despise

It’s a reflection of self in disguise

The deception lies in the eyes

If to see is to believe

I’m legendary 

These hoes are secondary

Every single one of them, temporary 

I have to keep updating my secretary

Because they’re never more than a blurred memory

I suppose it’s hereditary 

I never take it slow or steady

I gamble to leave wealthy

I usually leave with pockets hefty

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