What if I Died tonight, would you people care because I suddenly disappeared,
lying in a casket with my eyes closed, and since you can’t afford to pop heavy bottles,
you just pour out beer, and get drunk talk about all the memories we shared,
all of a sudden I went from a villain to a hero,
I guess of my death yall see the good intentions that was within my heart,
Or you think that my death is a way for you to make a profit,
So is that what makes me this golden hero, cuz you getting some money in your pockets, its funny how in life people look down on you,
Until your dead then people finally to realize what you symbolize,
If you don’t find that wrong, then this whole world is messed up,
I make the money the money don’t make me,
but the money is what keep this people loving me,
Its all wrong why can’t I be accepted without having big stacks,
Some girls play like they don’t know me until my pockets get bigger,
Now they want to known me and be more then my hommie,
People start to plan out my death because their jealous,
That I finally became something so now some people look up to me,
Police want to trapped in a jail cell, the media is testing me putting me situations that I don’t want to be in, what makes people act like this,
Since I’m making money I still remain the same, ant nothing change,
Just getting adjusting to my new surrounds with my same personally,
so i'm keeping things real that why only my true people can love me,
and only the fake ones can hate me
Faith swan
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