Vain Capitol pt. 1

Dropping every dream for a pot of gold Got em chasing rainbows till they sell their soul Dropping every dream for a pot of gold Got em chasing rainbows till they too old [Verse 1] Dropping every dream for a pot of gold Got em chasing rainbows leaving home like a prodigal I gotta know, why you wanna throw up two like gotta go Its not in vogue i suppose to grow slow before you go to honor roll Im on it tho, rhymes cooking slow like potted roast Coast to coast doing the most so i can boast in what i compose Bittersweet like sourdough, I’m kinda blown reminding folks Its not what you own when you’re old, its what you own in your soul What you sow when you’re home alone that’ll grow Into what you groping for when you roaming foreign zones Im scoring tho and hoarding gold, so at what cost So you can play boss and knock a few broads but you lost your soul My innermost knows the foremost pros Gave up more than blows from four hoes in the back of a four door closed Lord knows i closed my door to more than a few clothes on my bedpost Sacrifice to have the life that these clones won’t know [Hook] Dropping every dream for a pot of gold (now everybody throw your hands up high) Got em chasing rainbows till they sell their soul (Now everybody throw your hands up) Dropping every dream for a pot of gold (Now everybody throw your hands up high) Got em chasing rainbows till they too old (This is a very interesting situation) [Verse 2] Dropping every dream for dead presidents They ain't all from Queensbridge but they still wanna be represented And every reverend knows the root of all evil The love of money right its something like Steven Seagal lethal A lotta bald people you got sitting in the church While my generation out trying to uplift their worth That ain't a bad thing if we wasn’t so single minded But I’m kinda finding we blinded because our minds are blinded Contorted brains distortion of fame and fortune Divorcing our fate for what we formally scorned Disproportionately warned over the forlorn course of when our cores formed Gotta avoid our deformed norms, i pray we ain't stay the same no more Like underage intercourse or a gorey porn of sorts Who can blame when they conform, open their legs to get em more Metaphor for the stage I’m crying every time a hymen breaks Guess I’m behind the gates, but thats ok, i ain't wanna play the rat-race anyways [Hook]