Don't Be

I'm standing on the edge about to jump
You're nervous looking at me
You scared because I'm one
To not be stressing whatever's said
Afraid of gun
Is something that I never had care for feeling numb
Scurry over properties
There's no monopolies
The money in our lives be real
You're microscopping
We observe from a distance
Be my philosophy
I'm drinking coffee from the post cold
You probably think
That these people with goals afraid to lose
I do it for the love
But love don't pay no dues
Love don't keep the water and the heat on
I'm boiling ramen noodles with a lighter
So how your day goin'?
You in the lobby eating pork
I vist NY for a week
Can't get a taxi in New York
I must've fit the profile of being broke
True indeed, I was down to a dime, but my approach
Is different when you living for a purpose and you know it
So you take the longer route
But you don't know the place you goin'

I seen a hooker with a stroller on her way to work
A man on crutches thinking how he get his legs to work
A women lusting till a dealer come and snatch her purse
A little boy from South Florida, he hungry, stomach hurt
This ain't a rapper wit' lies I'm writing lines
Suicide from the pen to the pad
Straight from the mind
(Hey, prick)
You must be pumping something through my veins
I felt you, heard you, but nothing has changed
I don't trip. I don't bleed.
I don't want. I don't need.
Quite alright.
Yes, indeed.
If you want to succeed, don't be a bitch