A Paper Plane From A Dollar Bill

Boy, shadow on the floor do I put you to shame
Rage after a whore now he’s inflamed,
Or the Ego out the wall could it be tamed?
Or a fearing hopeful whose wrecklessly insane
That is present day, well now yesterday
Years down the line doesnt seem so far away.
Take a single dollar bill and fold it up to a paper plane
Instead of rolling the snorter to sniff pills and cocaine,
Mingling with a will and provoking a stain,
But one of my brothers wants to hear about a plane,
While everything around is close to insane?
Lets fix this up and shut this dark cloud down
Seeing beauty in the dark untill the light comes out
Behind me or not ill strive for that without a doubt.