Forever Gold

I'm a loner, father can you care for me
help me get some money, before you snatch
the chair from me

Being broke and hungry, stealing from stores
kicking in doors
pursuit of some killer to score

I look around and see the face, of broken buildings
when the promise is saught
the limitation was the ceiling

Double up and break it down
get ready for the throw down
pound for pound its a show down

A written immortal, time traveling through portals
the essence of fire, burnt a hole through your journals
as time expires

Season 2 speaks the streets with divine
prophecy, with a pistol that shines
inside a pyramid, constructed by holy mines

Spirits rest but manifest between the shadows
forcing angels to battle for souls
forever gold

Written By: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)