What I know

Time fly’s

As living with lies

 

Some disguise

Wearing shades

 

Heavy eyes

Seen too much

Nobody gets a free lunch

 

Bodies around

Heart beats

Not too be found

 

Living in a circus

Filled with upside down clowns

Few friends

Many pretend friends

 

What’s your mentality?

Any thing goes

Some say

Bros before hoes

That’s lost its hold

 

Thoughts are bar baric

And old

Be open

Slow to be sold

Love is gold

No need to be told

 

Thousand times more

All hold you

Squeezing and pleasing

Never asking or needing