Was an alarm clock for niggas sleeping too long
Like the beggar on the subway in your face
With his missing leg hustle while you suited up
With his dirty smell offense offending you
Who has running water and scented soap
With his blatant truth contradicting your truth
Making you make excuses for his existence
Because ain’t no way you gonna end up like him
Poor and free, when you can be a rich bitch
Hustling to maintain someone else’s dream
Paid to trade your self esteem for booty cream
Believing you’re To-be instead of I Am. Damn.
©04.14.18 ebn
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