my 50 pence

my 50 pence

A Poem by dele


You rich and u famous, we know, we seen u on tv
So when u say “im better than you” ask what that really means
To sell in this society you have to compromise
Bit by bit and more and more till u are what we despise
U get paid for being played unaware of what you’ve waived
From iron to gold around your neck so u think u aint a slave
So when u talk bout ‘I sell out’ and all your millions sold
Are you talking bout your records or the shards of black folks’ souls?
 

© 2008 dele


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dele
dele

london, United Kingdom



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