
Hope 4 Sell (Poetic)
I had day dream at work, I think it was worth it, With all the things going on with this earth, The weight of the world and all it’s girth, Despair closing in like a shirt, So this mental swerve was perfect, I saw myself giving words on the nearby corner, Pouring out everything inside of me like a donor, Trying to verbally paint a Sistine, Picasso, or at least a Mona, See, I wanted to give hope, And it’s MY daydream, so best believe it was dope, And I had like, a generation s