A poem I read on a friends page..I'm going to call her Anonymous for now.
HELLA Fresh is you ask ME.
It's high stakes now when she rolls
the highway tolls have been taxed by Jones's inflation
a proud Black Nation no longer exists
and although the boot straps of evidence still persists
the honest effort is no longer relevant
only eight figures pay the new cost of rent
forcing fast, luxurious cars to keep pace in haste and ignore the dents
until the green, silver, platinum, and gold is all spent
causing superstar Negros to holla, "Damn!
Where all my money went?"
while in need of cool-headed,financial consulation
and less heated, overemotional stimulation.
ILLogy.
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