what it comes down to

what it comes down to

A Poem by Namuh Niffa
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basics

"

i 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 Niffa


Author's Note

Namuh Niffa
its all i know

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Namuh Niffa
Namuh Niffa

chicago, IL



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