you trying to wait til I finish my secret squirrel
so you can be the first to hop on my acorns
but when times were hard like the oak tree’s bark
you acted like I was unworthy of your watch
that’s time of day; you know what time it is
in a minute hour positions are gonna shift
might only take a second with my first place gift
you diss me into a days, I’m week with no strength
it was for the love of money ‘cuz loving God ain’t hip
enough to sell records and rent luxury whips
I hear luxury whips many souls til they submit, Selah
the diamonds in your chain treated like they’re Allah 12:12pm – 6/9/10
- I call this a word in progress because it is an unfinished verse that will be updated at my leisure. I don’t know when or if it will ever be finished or what direction it is going from here. I do know that it is an experimental piece that I just thought of and whomever is welcome to follow along. The bold time/date stamp(s) indicate points where I stopped writing, this of course will make more sense as time progresses.
- COPYRIGHT NOTICE – I know there are people calling themselves poets who intentionally search the web looking for material they can steal in hopes that no one in their circle will recognize it. So in all politeness I ask if anyone shares my any of my work anywhere in any medium without my written consent to do so that no monies be earned from that sharing unless I am earning them and that appropriate credit be given. I could ask impolitely but that will involve my lawyer, your money, and your public embarrassment because creativity is my business and if you disrespect it, it has no choice but to disrespect you in return. Now if that made no sense to you here is the simplified version: IF YOU STEAL MY WORK, I WILL SUE YOU AND WIN! thank you and have a nice day.
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