Vanish - Wordsworth

Into thin air, vanish and disappear

But some things, other things I missed for years

Money from my drawers and my closet’s been missing gear

Is it roommates, friends or family that visit here?

High rollers drinking rum and Coke

Cry over going broke

Gotta bum a smoke and can’t buy soda

Women you would die over now eye rollers

Used to wink, won’t say «hi» acting bi-polar

That’s when the money goes

You in need

But you can’t plant seeds for the trees where the money grows

I wore gold, had Airs with the gummy soles

Told the poor floors, the rich wear bummy clothes

Money made people hustle weight

So when you wake call your friends

Then they say they in another state

It’s like Chris’s death it’s like crystal ball

Crystal clear show them hooked on crystal meth

I hate that Chris who left and…

«Vanished»

I seen money come, I seen money go

«Vanished»

Friends here yesterday, now gone today

«Vanished»

Had love for you, used to be loyal

«Vanished»

It was all there then it disappeared

Yo this industry is something

Cause it’s hard to find friends in the game when your sales start slumping

They love when you winning

In the beginning, but I bet you off the bandwagon

They’ll start jumping

It don’t take a scholar

To understand that you’ll always be the man

Till you spend your last dollar

All the girls wanna holler

And while you partying with Carmello and La La

Your boys wanna follow

Fame is a drug

And when it vanishes

People walk over you the same as a rug

Feels real good to be on top of he world

Top floor of the W on top of a girl

Or maybe up in V.I.P

Like you got wealth

With 20 friends, sipping on some top shelf

And all of them trying to play the field

But as soon as it’s time to pay bill motherfuckers they…

Yeah, many dark nights, my fear they cause fright

All types, trying to foresee my foresight

For life I live it, my feeling feel timid

No gimmick, my dad’s life I don’t wanna mimic

Made in God’s image

Perfect imperfection

Facing hard times, praying for God’s blessing

Aggression, since a teen

Fear holding me back like yellow tape on a crime scene

I scheme for a better life

Running through this dark tunnel

But I never seem to see the light

I wanna take flight but scared to fly alone

My friends keep pressing me like an iron on

To keep grinding on

What if it don’t work?

Stuck here, dealing with fears like q token clerk

Maybe I should give it up and choose a new career

I can’t manage

Hoping that my fears…