THE CHANCE YOU TAKE
Okay Mr. Man my loveIt's only us or I'm in big trouble
My folks warned me professed their doubt
The first sight of a bruise it's ass out
There isn't a reason maybe our traditions
Play a part in why everyone's unhappy
My mother cries at night dad like a T.V
I swore to myself this ain't happenin' to me
Every generation functions on remote control
Lost to the whims rule after rule condemned souls
You're a mystery to my families expectation
Before you anwser them there's a hesitation
They have a difficult time figuring you out
When all they have to do is ask, why not?
You told them for the first during dinner
Ain't mentioned to me your full amount
Some of the assets were signed at birth
Just over five billion your total worth
Now they have a different point of view
Seen this act before ain't nothing new
Guess you're wondering should you enter
The look in your eyes say next December
Okay Mr. Man my love
Do what ya must to avoid the trouble.
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2013
Poetry by France England
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Written on 2013-02-06 at 23:17
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