Goldin brand

No uptown, downtown, every borough’s my playpen,

Please don’t ask me stupid questions, I decide on where or when

I decide my sleeping patterns, I decide on what to do,

I define my inspiration, something that we all should do.

Pay my rent and wash my dishes, don’t advise unless you help,

And my cooking is delicious, look me up, I’m right on Yelp.

I don’t borrow, don’t spread out, matter fact, don’t even lend

I prefer to be sufficient, welcome to the Goldin brand.

Been a while since been challenged, been a while since I loved,

Time has passed, my image tarnished, still I’m tall and sharp and buff.

Definitions in remission, flying high, forget the S,

Circumstances or conditions, still excuses more or less.

 

I don’t know why I’m writing, not like people even read,

I’m expressing my intentions, break it down deed by deed.

Sights are always set on winning, only winning’s redefined,

Maybe laughing, smirking, grinning, soon sarcasm be causing fines.

 

Stepping stones are meant for losers, I just go for the kill,

Mostly chilling, never boozing, dollar bill makes up a mill.

Don’t expect for me to wallow, I produce my own bullshit,

Still annoying, never shallow, but forever I’m legit.

Real recognizes real, fake is sensed from real far,

My intentions never vailed, but at least I’m up to par.

Go on while spread all over, I suggest you hop along,

But I never shall slow down, whether I am right or wrong.

Crocodiles got fake tears, all I got is my retorts,

Can’t be seen in crooked mirrors, hide along some wicked words.

 

 

I don’t know why I’m writing, not like people even read,

I’m expressing my intentions, break it down deed by deed.

Sights are always set on winning, only winning’s redefined,

Maybe laughing, smirking, grinning, soon sarcasm be causing fines.

 

Every time I hit rock bottom, I make promise to myself,

Taking better care of basics, dollar bill is not my wealth.

Then the clouds pass and swiftly I return to my embrace

Of the shit that brought the clouds, keeping up the retched race.

Please don’t think of me as stupid, self-destructive or insane,

I am living in my own, when I fly, I skip a plane.

Fantasies are very real, good prevails every time,

I won’t always be unknown, people listen to my rhymes.

I’m not sure what I am saying, there’s no reason to explain,

I just want to dream of smiles and diminish every pain.

I don’t plan on what is likely, only bet on what I want,

Not like winning’s realistic, might as well just change the font.

Back to travels, mind and matter, back to real, cause I am,

Back to being, breathing, dreaming, back to ‘I don’t give a damn’.

 

I don’t know why I’m writing, not like people even read,

I’m expressing my intentions, break it down deed by deed

Sights are always set on winning, only winning’s redefined,

Maybe laughing, smirking, grinning, soon sarcasm be causing fines.