I’m on the prowl and every night I howl

To a green moon I can’t seem to catch

An addiction impervious to any patch

I’m looking for a sense a feeling of independence

The underlying theme to each written sentence

Turn creativity into a financially stable account

Not rich or wealthy but a sufficient amount

Trying to become a business is more than it seems

My path illusive I am chasing a dream

Hoping to catch smoke with a self-made net

Constantly reevaluating the rules that are set

Make enough to live comfortable and relax

I just need some bills, not no paper stacks

Sell enough books, do enough shows get my P.R. straight

Ebonicaly speaking get me sum cake

I’m chasing the tail of a tailless beast

My endless motivation has been declared deceased

I have done more than I wanted or was needed

Growth is obvious yet I don’t wish to see it

I’m too busy chasing a trail of paper

Laying the groundwork for my castle of later

But an empty field equals to being broke

Got a few bricks laid down but I’m still broke

The dust will settle the wind will stop blowing

While I’m out chasing paper, green can start growing

Pestering it with my presence and constant gaze

Pressuring it until joy becomes a daze

So we each take a break, have some time off

Let my work speak and take care of itself

While I’m out chasing paper, and buying new tools for ground work