Your Sold

I guess, I suppose I should stop to check if I dropped the check.

Opposites oppose, my posture offsets my woes.

I got confidence like the cops are on my roles.

Officer, there's a consequence to hold, an opulence of gold, nonsense for profits your told.

I don't believe in prophets, your sold.

My conscious is like rockets, your cold.

A promise like Nostradamus, you fold.