Lord of the bling

Glamor more than a donkey could bore;

fashioned as fuck and cringe in spirit.

Got more maids than sense – still sore;

alone in my mansion like a forgotten whore:

“Would there be somebody to love and give it –

nobody knows to care, I had it...”

What you get is what you give –

ace in your sleeve or high five.

Don't expect others to live

up your dreams then you never with…

Drama in action and centered in self;

got no time for romance but thug'n'gangsta.

Some copped your robber, the bridge burned – no health;

game over man, but retry by wealth…

“Why do they hate me, I just want to play star;

the bucks are awesome and bring you so far!!”

Still empty in my ivory tower like a whelp…

What you do, is what indeed;

defines your name and what you need.

Show your friends – I tell your creed;

always look out for those who'd you be!

Lord of the bling, so grumpy on stack;

just hanging in there, but no fucks to have…

Want's to terminator, but no one comes back

to look forward and the record, the track…

is in Hell's kitchen – not your fav.

Going ballistic on a rave like a thousand rad

the choicest chimes I'll never lack…

What you have is what you gave;

if you seek Heaven, then better save –

the hopes and dreams of loved ones brave;

first in help is Heroes glaive!