This is What im trying to say

Coins, coins and coins

Slut’s sluts and sluts

Paper money sometimes excites

Sometimes burns but mostly its pale and fast

Wicked experiences ruled by money eat souls

On the dark street where there is no hope

Sold out burnouts make there way to work

These gray days gray

But then the sun hits the asphalt and you set out for a new trip

Trying to look hip

Trying to impress

You don’t dress casual

In the flow you slowly grow

As a plant that develops its beauty

Dose plants need money?

Use water you’re not an Indian

Scary faces grow because they don’t know

Water is essential.