A Gangsters Tale

Heavy is the head that wears The Crown So my head hangs low And ears stay on the ground I was lookin at the future From the eyes of the past See many came before me But not many made the cast Of the picture that they dream of See usually this how it goes The overly ambitious either take Shit Or touch gold Sometimes you could do both I prefer the later tho I wish I could take a Mrs But I keep hos on me like Santa Claws Where I gotta pay it The price to be the boss I've been owing someone money Since the day that I was born When I'm takin cash Is the only time time that I withdraw You best not hold your breath If you're waiting on me to fall So ahead of my time I see the future in hindsight Blame it on the divine The lyric that come out of My mind But a gentleman in the daytime Like a girl with a spine That could mimic a feline Temperament Taking many men To an early grave Mary Jane And some Hennessy Gets me through the day Common sense Not in common place Amongst my enemies Come a day I will be a great You just watch and wait