Bein so successful...

Late night,
Flows Gold,
Chilled out,
relaxed Slow..
Where time goes
when youre tryna be successful.
No time
a.m.
p.m.
that be him
tryin
to IM
bein so succesful....
studios poppin
you pro
you ballin
money
fallin,
hunnies,
callin,
hits, you make em,
tracks, you lay em,
down,
like the officer's rules for the town,
always in a rush
never keep in touch
they love you so much
lead by the media you mush,
parents miss you oh so,
they be like oh no,
that boys too bad,
the medias got you had,
you a puppet to production
The Man's satisfaction,
You sell through seduction,
and bound by contraction,
you worried,
you hurt,
face down in the dirt,
you see what you have,
you miss what you had,
and now youre in the back of a black cadillac,
snortin crack, mad at the world
humanity you lack,
yo gurl you slap,
the one you first macked
and had loved way back
but now under attack
by a man
whos damned
she packs with one hand
the other ones limp,
cuz her wrist you clamped,
she departs,
emotionally scared,
physically bruised
you shamelessly view,
while you flippin to the news,
she confesses to abuse,
from a mind that you did lose,
the police is on the loose,
and they about to find you,
you click the power button,
then in the screen's reflection,
you see the young man that wanted all of this attention,
you tighten up your knuckles,
cussin,
the mirrors you punchin,
you create a noose and stand on a bucket.
You kicked it. Its done.

"I hope you had fun little one
yeah its stressful bein that successful..."