NIGHTMARES TORCHING ME

Nightmares Torching Me

3 clicks to the clock, to be received on the hour.
3 breaths before I look in your eyes and present a flower.
I got haters praying for my death and to seize my power.
Only if they knew how to push pawns without galore
I drop kisses like the art of war,
Even King Solomon praises me for sure.
I praise the Lord and the Lord blesses me,
I live my life without a doubt to what I see.
Walking the line is usually where I be, some can’t handle what I speak and how I be.
Ladies want my love but won’t address the fee,
In my ear they whisper “Papi your what I need.”
Now I’m at a point for my prodigy.
So I sleep sound with nightmares torching me.

– GíZa

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