Bravissimo, Thank You, I Know

Puffing rolled gold, Mono at the Delano, the Black Salvatore Ferragamo, bravo 2 thy Bravado Comp, curtsy from the owner of the Denver Broncos, pimps -n- hoes spending paper, putting powder Cain up both their nose, precious time being wasted, when thy hallucinations travel up -n- down -n- across those dirty roads, every 12 months we become another year old, souls exposed, 4 to the Devil they’ve been sold, life a froze transitory atmosphere God chose, in the Garden of Eden on thy tippy toes, standing in a Brazier of hot coals, eyes closed, penis bruised from being pricked by the thorn of a pink pretty rose, eyes open, 10 queens posed, then the Sun glowed unthawing the Garden from when it froze, still puffing rolled gold, Mono at the Delano, the handsome Black Salvatore Ferragamo, bravo 2 the Bravado Comp, curtsy from the owner of the Denver Broncos, pimps -n- hoes spending paper, putting powder Cain up both their nose, precious time being wasted, when thy hallucinations travel up -n- down -n- across these dirty roads, every 12 months we turn another year old, Happy Birthday, 4 God blessed me back with my soul, brought back from the Devil, so thy soul is no longer exposed, blessed 2 be alive -n- free at 38 years old, I know, Bravissimo, Bravissimo, thank you, I know, where’s your soul?

Happy Birthday

Soul, you’ve seen

A lot, now like the

Sun just glow, blessed

2 be alive -n- free

I know, I know

Bravissimo