Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers Tour

The new Mercedes with black G Wagon, The "Where you from?" It was all for rap. I was 28 years young, twenty mill' in tax, bought a couple of mansions just for practice. Five hundred in jewelry, chain was magic. Never had it in public, late reaction. 50K to cousins, post a caption, Pray none of my enemies hold me captive.

I greive different.

I grieve different.

I met her on the third night of Chicago, North America tour, my enclave. Fee-fi-fo-fum, she was a model, dedicated to the songs I wrote and the Bible. Eyes like green, penetratin' the moonlight. Hair done in a bun, energy in the room like Big Bang for theory, God, hopin' you hear me. Phone off the ringer, tell the world I'm busy.