what it comes down toA Poem by Namuh Niffabasicsi wake a kid not knowin what i do a struggle
i learn whats wrong is right and true a hustle
theres me then family the rest are others
no such thing as friends and love is pretend
money is life and life is get money to spend
rich makes the look and changes the car to benz
wait everything is yours except nothin
i seen it all and been thru it all and all i want is nothin
no one truly trusts an unknown no one truly wants you home
you only know cash so no one knows you cause of your mask
but dont blame me please i was born in wild of concrete and streetlight trees
i hear im cool and way too nice but i know the truth is i aint right i never backstab but people think i carry a knife
if i could start over i damn sure wouldnt id keep my head up and keep on pushin if i dont see money imma keep on lookin if people want crack imma keep on cookin people wanna smoke i got weed by the bushes x aint a letter its a pill to start touchin money so old i keep hidden in a dungeon love aint a thing money keep the b*****s comin cumin cumin and cumin now they gotta go money make life into more of a show cause you always bein watched everywhere you go money money money money no i cant live without havin my money its sad but when you me its funny
© 2010 Namuh NiffaAuthor's Note
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Added on October 21, 2008 Last Updated on December 15, 2010 AuthorNamuh Niffachicago, ILAboutha westside of chicago animal like congo poet on stage where the fu*k they put my bongo on a new page better yet a new book im a dog not man cant see then look. im a dog. more..Writing
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