Colloquialisms

17 years and the prodigy began

That every morning I woke up

I would dream of being the man

And do not let the problems dismember me

Or these wannabe cools sweating with jealousy

Dangling on life like a scale of methamphetamine

Remember me, hi, what happened to serenity?

What happened to grinding every day like a metal seam

Losing my touch, or is it just full of cap

That the fact my back is breaking as the world begins to crack

But let it be and I will make a list for me to see

A luxury phantom with a chauffeur at the mantle

An enormous mansion with a balcony on the mountain

An arsenal of tech, full clips as I start clapping

And me by myself with no one as such handsome

With billions in stacks and out of this dying nation

Fulfill my aspirations and destroy my competition.

By: Arman Yusuf