Five Dollar Thinking
Man its bad when your
own flesh and blood.
Tell you will never going to
be nothing in life some day.
It is like pouring water
into this empty bucket.
Having no money deep
set pockets hating on.
Me just for the hell of it
trying to get your rocks off.
By Kenneth D. Bolden
Copyright © Kenneth Bolden | Year Posted 2011
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