The One
Crisp cool night I got high and watched the stars twinkle. A moment of time a lost wrinkle.
Cooler than a popsicle not possible,
I’m splashing the water, my daughters the ripple.
Life is complex sequence
twisted into a long riddle.
To be what you want or settle for what got.
I remember when I had to piss and didn’t have a pot.
So my hands got to work
My mind got to thinking
I made 4 scores 7 years ago like I was Abe Lincoln.
But the time keeps tickin’
History still not written, the plot it thickens,
A tale of two cities no Charles Dickens.
Started in the field, ended in when a blossom,
Pollinate the pussy down to the red bottoms.
Mo money. No problem
More women,
More drugs,
More love to solve em.
Real life rockstar, a cop car.
Where’s success? Not far.
Popstar ready to pop the coochie on me.
I been bout it since Nas made oochie wallie.
My wallet thicker than Christopher Wallace..
Copyright © Jerry Swana | Year Posted 2020
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