Promised Progress

 Poetry is nothing new to me. We have all heard the poems about poverty.Now I want to switch it upAnd give you a poem about this hot opportunity. See I exhibit the high ideals of masculinity
When I ‘m sitting in my pimped out ride
To get it I did the same thing the struggling rappers do
I’m to selfish to use mind so I put up other peoples souls for collateral
Here is how I get my bread
In my lyrics, I coach you,I teach you how to Rob, kill, and steal
Wrap it in one package
Slap a price on it like a bill for my needs
Distribute it all around the world
And so my message is disguised
I call it CD’s
BUT IT AINT BOTHERING ME!
So I hit you indirectly
If I can’t get to you
I hit your sons, your daughters, your cousins, and your nephews
And don’t get it confuse, I have a short fuse, so you can’t stop this news
My message is spreading like HIV
Our kids are hearing this and their dying like they have full blown aids
BUT IT AINT BOTHERING ME!
I’m still getting paid
So I have to stay getting my cake up
My wrist to naked without a Jacob
They say I scare and intimidate people
Call me the cure for hick ups
I’ll have your stomach all twisted up like a fat man doing sit-ups
BUT IT AINT BOTHERING ME!
I’m putting me in the place of your kids’ histories
Are you seeing how this story is starting to unfold like mysteries?
Speak up when you are tired of reading this
Say something when this starts bothering you
Because I’m tired of writing this
This not a poem
I’m writing about a real life movie and I’m tired of us being in it
WE have been typed cast like we are Gabriel Union
They think we can only play one role
Well behold, a man that is not waiting for 40 acres and a mule
Plus I’m no fool that Lie is really starting to bore me
So you can continue with that fib
Then reveal the true results on Maury but I already know
your story
And I don’t need anyone to point me to the mountain top
I have been to the other side
The only reason I ‘m hear right now
Is to lead more people, so If you down for me
Let’s ride
If not
IT AINT BOTHERING ME!
God dealt me a hand I can’t fold
So I’m going to do what I do and that’s continue saving souls
And if you not coming, please don’t hate on me
I mean you can if you want to, but the hating is only affecting you