Thursday, 11 June 2015

POEM : Money Is The New Sense

Why the struggle?
Why wake up by 4a.m to be at work?
Why spend 4years to be educated?
You would say that how to be a man
You would say that how the system works
You would say that how to be respected
Does this define struggling?
Jumping okada just to beat traffic
Arguing with conductor over 10 naira
Losing but smiling to please your customer
Brilliant ideas that dies in your brain
Preferring the sun cause you can't save for the day of rain
Wow I am impressed with your story
In my ear what I hear is your victory
If we switch places I will be leaving in glory

The reason behind this ain't important
My choices were gangs or militant
As a kid, Kill or be killed was my favourite chant
From a vision it became a mission
You talking of dreams I never slept
Remnant if at all I ever ate
You threw knockout I was dodging grenades
The kind Bruno Mars won't attempt to catch
Now listen to the catch
You are rich, am rich
You fly first class, I fly my class
You chick is beautiful mine is the beauty
Time for me to tell you why
It all about five different letters
That can turn friends to haters
Saint to killers
Wife's into hookers
Niggas into traffickers
It turned Judas to a betrayal
It turned me to an hustler
Be wise and think about it
Be smart and you will have it
Who cares if the means is right or wrong
Once you have it you make sense
And really sense is all that matters
Money is all that matters

Written By HaFeesto'Nova

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