under the watchful eyes

Drinking my 40, chilling like a villain under the watchful eyes of the sun and the moon. Walking out forth into the night, stumbling and rumbling till everything seams alright. Boom boom the bass goes flowing hitting my mind with every beat. The hot stuffy air reeking of hot body's in close quarters. I glide in smooth and pleasant looks. Tonight's the night that no one will remember, but never be forgotten. I praises the golden ideal of yesterday and toast the new born king, tomorrow.