There are many fine prizes
And there's many awards
I know this is epic
I don't need their bullshit
I don't need someone saying:
”Rahim is gonna be big”
My dickpic is art
it's speaks louder than words
I'm the son of a Kalashnikov
Who ended up in the North
I grew up by myself
Without sister and brother
My ex girlfriend went to LA
Where dreams resides
Where dreams resides
She wanted to be a designer
But ended up stripping on a table
And give blowjobs for money
Until all went black
Maybe we'll meet some day
At the gates of the angels
Some say that paradise and hell
Is a place on earth
And that they're close
Like rose and thorn
Yes, like rose and thorn
I miss being a little boy
Who could cry to my mother
My eyes are dry now
I can't remember how it's done