Hightower High Life
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake.
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky.
Ian Bentley, Coney Island 2014.
Because I’m young, and I’m Black? And my hat is real low? Do I look like I mind reader sir? I don’t know.
Socrates’ philosophies and hypotheses can’t define how I be dropping these mockeries.
Flee with the lottery. Possibly they are spotting me.
As I look up in the sky, my mind starts tripping, a tear drops my eye. My body temperature falls. I’m shaking, and they are breaking trying to save the dog.
Dead in the middle of Little Italy. Little did we know we riddled a middle man who didn’t do diddily.