I’m feeling the loose throng- Of whipping wisdom- That soon finds your ego- In some compromise- Under someones foot- Summoned by the gold rings- And money clip- The sun reflects off the Mercedes- In your sun glasses- The frozen faces of awe- Looking at you're Jennifer Lopez ass- Soul searching girl in one pocket- But strung out on heroin- I got me paid with no strings attached- Ripping off the tiers of edict- She curses at me if I don’t give it all- And right now- I’m in semi-surrealistic, in the city of- Shimmering mirror ball, and hand-cuffed Castros- In some club I’ve already let go of- Suntan lines- Crispy-raisin-chain-smoking Old womenmen- I'm laughing inside- I know if I don’t get out soon- I’ll be one of them- But I know that bitch- Is already on her way- Ah...Miami- I loved you long enough- But I'm not here to stay-Birth sign: Libra
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