In a dark environment
Everything that shines is on the inside
Could be in front of me but also are all the lies
No withdrawals just a self made promise
The gate won't unlock it
Unless it's time for a deposit
You'd swear the items around me
Are necessary to breathe
How can the body be ranked below jewelry and deeds?
People want their money to grow
Never speak on their soul
Never speak on skill
Never discuss development
Never speak on health
Or building intelligence
I realized it's the dummies who tell me to chase money
I never see them come here
Their minds aren't clear
Truthfully profits heighten from being aware
I learned to appreciate
The lack of outside interest
Kill shit without a trace
Don't waste time calling forensics
In the darkness sight cannot interfere instinct
No toxic reality to effect how I think
Engulfed in a solo act not one feature
All glory to self and God being my teacher
Laser focused terminated the notion to be malleable
What's inside these drawers or
What's inside the body
Which is truly valuable?