The One

Crisp cool night I got high and watched the stars twinkle. A moment of time a lost wrinkle. Cooler than a popsicle not possible, I’m splashing the water, my daughters the ripple. Life is complex sequence twisted into a long riddle. To be what you want or settle for what got. I remember when I had to piss and didn’t have a pot. So my hands got to work My mind got to thinking I made 4 scores 7 years ago like I was Abe Lincoln. But the time keeps tickin’ History still not written, the plot it thickens, A tale of two cities no Charles Dickens. Started in the field, ended in when a blossom, Pollinate the pussy down to the red bottoms. Mo money. No problem More women, More drugs, More love to solve em. Real life rockstar, a cop car. Where’s success? Not far. Popstar ready to pop the coochie on me. I been bout it since Nas made oochie wallie. My wallet thicker than Christopher Wallace..