Got an offer to the bright city tonight And I can often wonder, “How’s the gold?” Braiding my thoughts into nocturnal light Blessings I stoke with the charcoal and fire
My gold is worth is enough in this city Same thought.
So I’m told if I’m ready
I’m worth enough in this city
Gots my villa and the rosy garden alright And Beulah Spa is just around the corner Bending my shape
