Everybody wants what I got, they want to be the inside of me
Everybody wants our bodies until they are in our bodies
I am good in my hood, don’t stray out no more too far
I sit in my square, looking here and there.
Too many believed the hype that we are equal and it’s all right
But shit is broken and needs to be fixed I’m just one of many
Sick of this ish.
The law, the ones we posed to respect has been infiltrated by the Klan
Yeah it’s true, it has all been revealed, but still folks want to say, oh no
That can’t be true, oh me, oh my, what shall we do?
First off follow the money, they have become a mob, capo’s and Dons running
Everything, rubbing folks out, shaking folks down, follow the money, it won’t hit
The floor you won’t hear a sound.
Do that drug check see what’s in those veins, roid rage is real, it will muddle the brain
Have that head doctor do immediate reviews of what those thoughts are
Too many are confused
Everybody wants what I got, everybody wants to be me just until it’s time to be me. Everybody wanna be the boss in my group, go away handle your own, we doing just fine, being grown. We been doing it for years, taking care of ourselves.
IT WAS A GOOD WEEKEND
This was a good weekend, summer fun fest, bbq cook out and games for all, the only thing missing was ...you know, but as long as I avoid sad songs and sappy movies, I should be okay, my legs hurt, my accupressure gal says it's cause I'm worried about a man, could be, yea it is. It's been a while. Meanwhile back at the ranch I'm resisting temptation to call an ex, or get involved with the next. I'm giving me some me time, trying create a new career for me, that pays well, I'm good at what I do and somewhere somebody will pay me well for it, then I can get some new digs to live in and watch my babies grow well. So I've outlined my goals and other than a good dye job to my hair and keep exercising to avoid the broken heart= fatty food syndrome, I plan to meditate with God, and do what I always do..keep movin.
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