DeadbeatSLIM on Nostr: No cars, no luxuries, gold diggers never fuck with me. It's purgery, I'm cleaning my ...

No cars, no luxuries, gold diggers never fuck with me. It's purgery, I'm cleaning my life. Fasting from the lyrics just to listen to my spirits the noise just creates a shallow decoy, living life like a killjoy. A real boy, under the strings, animatronic toy, only a couple songs to sing. Money better off left, living off the rest. Wise man don't rest, to busy for the stress, a mess. Living in a test, she leave me when I'm broke, but they swear by hope, hard to cope, get high till the pain subsides, inside, small seasonings die. Deadbeat slim ain't here no more, deadbeat slim ain't here no more. Deadbeat slim can't hear no more. Deadbeat slim don't fear no war. Nonexistent, undefined, devoid of time, worryless without the words is left with expectation without speculation, still tracing, pacing in place. Brows relaxed, soul left the face.