You claim that your real.
Happy how you feel.
Getting life together knowing what’s the deal.
Keeping your focus promote no hocus pocus.
Putting things in order for only a quarter of the day.
Seventy five percent of the day shooting lies plans plots dreams.
Breaking hearts by all means.
Looking out for self always wanting wealth.
Gotta get it in hustle stealth fattens the belt.
Something we want for something we need greed runs wild making us feed.
©2014
Prison of Thoughts 1.5
21 Tuesday Oct 2014
Posted Poetry, Spoken Word, spokenword
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