Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by Da Street So'ja, Oct 11, 2002.
Yep...I hear ya here playa!!!!
It'a about that dollar bill that most of us ain't got!!!!
Life flow no doubt!!!!
Im alwayz feelin ya art bruh!
"Mired in financial ruin
Saw the nail but couldn’t feel the screwin’
Totally obscure to what they are really doin’ " mhm...mhm...
you know i'm lovin this!!
I read the first line and the song that's the way love goes popped in my head, then I read the rest of the poem, and it is true "we" are in love with money!
We need to get some get rigt juice!
Work the keyboard!
Yo...if this ain't real then close the site down...you have hit the entire box of nails on the head...you need to post this in the Wall Street journal or spray paint this on the corners of times square.
****... I know we've talked about this before... I hate the fact that you need money to survive in this world and that it seems like everyone is out trying to stop you from getting it... or trying to take it away before you can even hold it... the american dream really is debt, or that's how we manifest it....
GQ - yea dun yea
REAS -peace and much respect poet
LiLi - thanks poet
EX - to live and die for
Blak - if i spray paint i go to jail, so i'll stay in Brooklyn
Bitter - yes it is
yeah forget the "eye"dea....
So'ja you've done it again peep
Snake it through the matrix
how ever you gotta make it
cream -the flavor I try to taste it
covet and even chase it
elusive american dream
the original theme not meant for me
melanine with hue in skin
precurse the exclusion to every degree
from cashless to credit societies
new worlds in order for combining quarters
enlisted to replace with credits and debits
like cloning your future sons and daughters
tha' don said it -and its one extension
of systematic trends ascending
when individuals lose sight of the inning
financial ruin only begins the ending
debtors court with flirtatious sorts
of trickery to get in that ***
and leave you unable to participate
steady getting raped by the upper class ....til' you all out of gas.
Soldja told ya'...I'm seconding the motion
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