Don't Be Songtext
von Golden Rules

I′m standing on the edge about to jump
You're nervous looking at me
You scared because I′m one
To not be stressing whatever's said
Afraid of gun
Is something that I never had care for feeling numb
Scurry over properties
There's no monopolies
The money in our lives be real
You′re microscopping
We observe from a distance
Be my philosophy
I′m drinking coffee from the post cold
You probably think That these people with goals afraid to lose
I do it for the love
But love don't pay no dues
Love don′t keep the water and the heat on
I'm boiling ramen noodles with a lighter
So how your day goin′?
You in the lobby eating pork
I vist NY for a week
Can't get a taxi in New York
I must′ve fit the profile of being broke
True indeed, I was down to a dime, but my approach
Is different when you living for a purpose and you know it
So you take the longer route
But you don't know the place you goin'


I seen a hooker with a stroller on her way to work
A man on crutches thinking how he get his legs to work
A women lusting till a dealer come and snatch her purse
A little boy from South Florida, he hungry, stomach hurt
This ain′t a rapper wit′ lies I'm writing lines
Suicide from the pen to the pad
Straight from the mind
(Hey, prick)
You must be pumping something through my veins
I felt you, heard you, but nothing has changed
I don′t trip. I don't bleed.
I don′t want. I don't need.
Quite alright.
Yes, indeed.
If you want to succeed, don′t be a bitch