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Note: Any one can be a Bookie, regardless of age, sex, or race!

With no regards for my life, or anything else.
I'm usually doing something silly 
to make me feel good about my self.
A negative person, with nothing good to say or do.
My calamity just doesn't affect me,
but the others I come in contact with too!
I love who I am & don't wanna do better.
I despise progress,
I'm the epitome of a true Nigga!
Yeah, I said Nigga, N.I.G.G.A.,
Never Interested in Getting Goals Accomplish,
is what my cousin use to say.
But forget him, i'ma sell me some dope
until I come up!
& after a decade in the game, I just blame my misfortune
on bad luck.
They say life doesn't owe you nothing,
but that law of logic doesn't apply to me.
I'm content with a fine freak, a thousand dollars, 
& a dime sack of weed!
But, every year I be wondering why am I in jail?
Consciously realizing I created this tiresome & infinite
 hell!
Hell on earth, & it seems like a unreal Jason
nightmare.
& you can talk about me all you want, 
cuz I really don't care!
Cuz, I feel life owe me something,
& I want mines plus with a extra cookie.
If you can't tell by this poem:
I'm just a stupid & pitiful nigga name Bookie!

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