consumed with life's purpose
to focus on positive motives
raise fruitful seeds that achieve
more than their dreams;
she floats through my thoughts
like white cells and blood clots,
frequenting different spots
trying to warp my heart
into a sucker for love;
but I'm breed by the G.O.D,
raised by the streets,
and taught the game by PimpC;
so there is no pimping me;
they say everybody plays the fool
sometimes,
well,
I am no longer foolish,
my only progress is forward movement,
searching hidden pastures
avoiding heartache and disaster,
but everyday the evils are getting faster,
so I constantly train,
no longer following my heart,
only thinking with my brain
forever dodging false love and
fake friends