Goals
Fame
Fortune
Power
Respect
Is what we all want
I call them foolish desires
and as the woman sitting next to you desires my nature.
I cannot recreate such a scene as Adam and Eve
Because 1 plus 1 makes a whole
and we as man often tend to pursue that hole.
That happens to be our goal
and it tends to get old
and I can't tell the next man nothing
cause his pride sits on the floor.
Earth is certainly cold
and I obviously don't mean temperature.
Cause that woman that you want
don't want nothing but your six figures.
Yeah that was deep.
But as the foolish count their sheep
I was taught never then to sleep
until my goals were complete.
But my infatuation clouds my judgment.
And I'm not at my best
Cause the materials I possess
Make me no better than the next
And yeah obviously I dream
of my face on the the screen
And my name being hollered by millions
As the repeat "Tyrell. Tyrell"
And poof I snap back to reality
Falling like gravity
No ones there to stop me
Soon I'm realizing what were put on this earth to do.
To live day by day and combat the anomalies.
Until I RIP Or rest indeed
that's what I shall do before I pack my things.
Because
these are the things that as students we all dream.