low level entrepreneur
The corner’s hot in midst of November
Walking with pockets full of nickels and
Dimes but you hope they don’t cling when
5-0 walks by and people wonder why my
life had no purpose;
can’t spend these to catch the bus but give
up enough and might by a Benz to floss
with your friends when you head to da club
coming in the back way straight to VIP
(can’t be comin’ through no metal detectors)
don’t wear no suspenders but I’m always
strapped from ankle to waist and you know
that the weight of life is nowhere close to
the weight of death when the strap is let
loose on a common thief;
whose next to bring the heat? ain’t no rap stars
or NBA heroes to help me now for it’s just me
and the streets with it threat of life and death
wondering when my turn to decide will arrive;
man this is business, nothing personal so
don’t get mad when I step into your home
to pay your son a visit he hoped never came
and I strip him of his platinum chains and
diamond rings to pay off a debt he owed;
oh you didn’t know your son was my best
investment, no stocks and bonds but crack
and guns when the Wall Street of life is
covered in red but this is due to loss of life
not loss of profit margin; I benefit from such;
from the corner to the boardroom
why you look surprised? Is it cuz’ I walk tall
with my head high and my Versace suit with
my brook brothers wingtips carrying my laptop
to my $25,000 a year job and I speak to you
in the vernacular of a Harvard graduate?
Could it be the 2000 Lexus that I drive with
The NEXTEL phone and 2-way pager on my
Hip that it’s impossible to conceive that I am
Worth three times the CEO’s salary?
Oh you didn’t know that it was me you saw
In the back alleys late at night when you drive
Up to purchase your entertainment of choice
You’re recreational additive to your daily
routine and yet you too busy looking for the
cops to notice we work in the same office;
Close your mouth and look at me. I know you, all
the time wasting away from the inside, taking the
long way home to suburbia through the inner parts
of hell to where I dwell trying to keep secret
that which you really love, honor, and cherish;
I laugh at you cuz you think that laying me off
Or downsizing until I’m unemployed will cause me
to lose everything I own and yet you don’t know
That I could quit today, make a call or two, and
By the time the sun sets outside your corner office
window on the 15th floor, I would be your new boss;
I’m your worst nightmare. I’m the one
sitting in your job,
working your accounts,
making you money and
all the while you wind up giving me twice my pay when
you drive through my neighborhood late at night;
thanks man for the handout…by the way, about that raise...
(to be continued)
The corner’s hot in midst of November
Walking with pockets full of nickels and
Dimes but you hope they don’t cling when
5-0 walks by and people wonder why my
life had no purpose;
can’t spend these to catch the bus but give
up enough and might by a Benz to floss
with your friends when you head to da club
coming in the back way straight to VIP
(can’t be comin’ through no metal detectors)
don’t wear no suspenders but I’m always
strapped from ankle to waist and you know
that the weight of life is nowhere close to
the weight of death when the strap is let
loose on a common thief;
whose next to bring the heat? ain’t no rap stars
or NBA heroes to help me now for it’s just me
and the streets with it threat of life and death
wondering when my turn to decide will arrive;
man this is business, nothing personal so
don’t get mad when I step into your home
to pay your son a visit he hoped never came
and I strip him of his platinum chains and
diamond rings to pay off a debt he owed;
oh you didn’t know your son was my best
investment, no stocks and bonds but crack
and guns when the Wall Street of life is
covered in red but this is due to loss of life
not loss of profit margin; I benefit from such;
from the corner to the boardroom
why you look surprised? Is it cuz’ I walk tall
with my head high and my Versace suit with
my brook brothers wingtips carrying my laptop
to my $25,000 a year job and I speak to you
in the vernacular of a Harvard graduate?
Could it be the 2000 Lexus that I drive with
The NEXTEL phone and 2-way pager on my
Hip that it’s impossible to conceive that I am
Worth three times the CEO’s salary?
Oh you didn’t know that it was me you saw
In the back alleys late at night when you drive
Up to purchase your entertainment of choice
You’re recreational additive to your daily
routine and yet you too busy looking for the
cops to notice we work in the same office;
Close your mouth and look at me. I know you, all
the time wasting away from the inside, taking the
long way home to suburbia through the inner parts
of hell to where I dwell trying to keep secret
that which you really love, honor, and cherish;
I laugh at you cuz you think that laying me off
Or downsizing until I’m unemployed will cause me
to lose everything I own and yet you don’t know
That I could quit today, make a call or two, and
By the time the sun sets outside your corner office
window on the 15th floor, I would be your new boss;
I’m your worst nightmare. I’m the one
sitting in your job,
working your accounts,
making you money and
all the while you wind up giving me twice my pay when
you drive through my neighborhood late at night;
thanks man for the handout…by the way, about that raise...
(to be continued)
... please make yourself at home ... 