Its Not An Option

ITS NOT AN OPTION They sleep with their eyes open Doing the s demanding for his grace Wake up in the morning counting the millions in their head not yet at hand Without their desires coiling into shells unbroken They benefit from the lies of Dagon Making merry on the clutch of deceit Eating the fresh meat of lockdown Filling the table of celebration with lots of receipt They throw up currencies Like papers and pamphlet With rocking damsels ready to flirt In a haste to surf through that endless hole They never give a thought about rejoicing in woo Now guys on the streets with dreadlocks of disgrace Sobbing bitterly in thousand talents unspoken In raised limbs they cry with no ransom ‘God no go shame us’ A word to console their weary ass This is not a condemnation The hustle is just tight Everybody wants a coronation With no one ready to pay the tithe Running the street, Was an only option for them As studying pays no cash but vision All they wanted was to dwell in the Lion’s den Making a lot out of fools with no mission Street games a hard one to play with no cards Even the cardless ones wants to checkup Street wolves everywhere devouring the ATM Cards It is not an easy race to run, I pray they just look-up