Burning Starz Pt. 2

I’m flying through the sky and I will not land any time soon.
I’m sorry for the crude views.
But,
I’m on mission to eat every rapper that I come across claiming bars you,
Dance to in the club while you bag a boo.
Staying ghost,
That way no one can see through me.
Solid,
Liquidating every asset I am blessed with, Choosing,
God over everything,
Without gas keeping my feet moving…
You need this kind of drive if you intend to make to the top while you dream lucid.
Stop signs in the form of friends is the illusion.
The only time they raise palms,
Is when they think everything you do is stupid.
Just until you explode and shine as bright as the sun they keep using.
As the main source of warmth anytime their heart is cold and feel useless…