the love of music
I love music, i do it, make it and move it/
i sleep, taste it, and drool it, music/
Moving my mind at a speed most dont find, and cruise it/
to me paper is useless, i usually just move lips to do it/
the truth is, I make different ways to get payed/
sick of getting slaved for days trying to raise/ and never levitate/
so I elevate to feather play, not a feather weight, heart is a heavy case/
I learned royalties and most say, it wont work you get played, I stayed/
and my faith made my day, go the high way/ other peoples eyes raised
I learned lead by example/ they dont want it with out a sample/
money make ya heart soup, but who had faith in cambells/
really only that man knows,/
So I pray to god/ look to the sky and ask to help the entire family rise/ on both my mom and dad side/ thats all i want before die/
as and individual, i want atleast my tree to live of residual/
signed: CRAYZY
its impossible: I know ...Edison
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WE ALL CAN AND SHOULD RETIRE LIKE KINGS AND QUEENS. That is what i believe. what about you
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