Sakari The Author

Everybody different
Fuck a job
A lot of people in the kitchen
Whippin up pure shit
Selling small hits
Pullin big licks
Turning real tricks
She can handle that
I’m not Batman
I’m manbat
I’m Bruce Wayne
Feeling all the pain
My parents breathing
But they dead to me
That’s how I set me free
Living splurging sprees
Escaping purgatory
At 19
Stepping out my mama house
Instead of sight seeing
I’m used to being broke
Seeing old friends
Doing coke
Numb to hearing aids
With selective hearing
After three days
They reappearing
After being missing
I ain’t seen nothin
Ain’t nobody snitchin
They just killing time
And killing themselves
But this is what the weak do
Without the wealth