If Walter White Ruled The World (Feat. Pinkman)
Heisenberg tells cancer, “No mas, son! It was written. Signed — Albuquerque’s son.”
Cancer
I wonder
Will it take me under
I don’t know
Imagine teaching chem in class without high school kids harassin’
Imagine driving to work with no drama
Lifestyle brings real bacon due to Gray Matter
No healthy bacon, more conscious of the way we enjoy our breakfast
Days are brighter, nights are bolder
Feeling my life is over, cancer strike like a rattlesnake
Me lung’s lit my son got not
Permanently, in theory, the disease wants me gone eventually
Ridin’ with Hank to sip tea, mastery
If Walt was taught with my tutelage, we’d all have the top dollars
Imagine everybody flossin’, combustion
Engines, bracing your selves replacing Pontiac Aztek
My family rollin’ in dough, no worry
No memory, break the law imagine, I’d be six-feet under
Crazy thoughts fog my mind
I close my eyes, no time
Read cancer’s lip speak, “Walt You Are Mine.”
If I changed my world, imagine that
I’d leave my son, my family lots of money
Dark thoughts and plans
Should it be? If I shift career, I’d own a gold mine
If I changed my world
Cancer wants today, tomorrow and the end of times
Way to market, economic law of supply and demand
I’m crazy, replace the reins
For cash? Lost my friggin’ mind, breathe my last?
Brand new product to crush every dealer in our path
The bigger house is for Skyler, how she cooks
Pigs for breakfast, lime squeezes and fizz beverages
Too many years of underachievin’ got me thinkin’
Are we livin’? What life my kids should be in
With widened eyes albeit lies, my history untold
Now I’m wise, not the old Walt, thought Gray ain’t Gold
Vision of my future I’m controlling, with Pinkman
Makin’ products on RV always movin’
Trip to jails, I wondered every second
Catch me once then turn my life back to trash
Intellectual prisoner never free, I’m nobody
Go teach chem to unruly kids and wash cars
Wallow the wind breeze of White’s miseries
I’d make my wife Skyler sell ’em trinkets online for dollar and pennies
It rings clear but every dollar I make in my hometown
My name’s in every cell in America, shot down Utopia
If I changed my world, imagine that
I’d leave my son, my family lots of money
Dark thoughts and plans
Should it be, if I shift career, I’d own a gold mine
If I changed my world
Cancer wants today, tomorrow and the end of times
They’ll talk ‘bout Albuquerque’s son
Bucks in bands
We’ll walk Albuquerque sun
We won’t land
We’ll walk Albuquerque sun
Hand in hand
Talk ‘bout Albuquerque son
Bucks in bands
You’d love to watch my story how Heisenberg never worry
Organic, leather car seats, shots mandatory
Runnin’ from Hank, gettin’ cased, hunger for grapes
I get no breaks, made mistakes hide out of state
Walt, always hunch back shoulder world carry weight
Dyin’ to get paid, flip the script, jack, fail safe
Dealer plan to keep the path with the laws’ hammer
Breakin’ my way to Nirvana, Walt always the gambler
’Cause mixed golden liquid with chips, mannequin or ditch
Still nobody want Walt happy endin’
If I changed my world and everything in it, what’s the limit?
I push Aztek to obscurity
It would be a life filled with miseries and lots of felonies
Strictly dirtying my family’s name to infamy
Thought I’d never beat cancer, but reality struck
Find out after chemo if your time’s out, Cancer I’m out
If I changed my world, imagine that
I’d leave my son, my family lots of money
Dark thoughts and plans
Should it be, if I shift career, I’d own a gold mine
If I changed my world
Cancer wants today, tomorrow and the end of times
Thank you for reading!
Dex Alvaro is a fiction writer busy trying to be a LinkedIn influencer.
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