Corruption… Dysfunction… Illiteracy…
Grows strong even today as if it was 1695.
Man is guilty of neglecting his neighbor
Underpaying his labor
And getting some next door flavor.
But it’s a brand new day and I’m feeling great.
The air is cool,
My clothes are fresh
But boy am I late.
I dash to the mirror, ‘cause I’m as vain as they come.
Take my time to comb my hair, fix my beard and then some.
I got my swagger on and my hair look tight.
Knowing that I’m goin’a have me a good one tonight.
Then as I step out of my comfort zone and into the World Wide Web of man,
Where other players got it on, and I just want to get along, but I can’t…
The panic switch flips and my stomach plays tricks
And my swagger just dipped ‘cause my confidence skipped.
I say hey!... It’s all good.
So I be chillin’ like a building made of Water, Glue and Wood.
My adrenalin pumps as my heart keeps drumming.
On the inside it’s like Katrina’s coming.
The ******
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 12:36 PM UTC
Corruption… Dysfunction… Illiteracy…
Grows strong even today as if it was 1695.
Man is guilty of neglecting his neighbor
Underpaying his labor
And getting some next door flavor.
But it’s a brand new day and I’m feeling great.
The air is cool,
My clothes are fresh
But boy am I late.
I dash to the mirror, ‘cause I’m as vain as they come.
Take my time to comb my hair, fix my beard and then some.
I got my swagger on and my hair look tight.
Knowing that I’m goin’a have me a good one tonight.
Then as I step out of my comfort zone and into the World Wide Web of man,
Where other players got it on, and I just want to get along, but I can’t…
The panic switch flips and my stomach plays tricks
And my swagger just dipped ‘cause my confidence skipped.
I say hey!... It’s all good.
So I be chillin’ like a building made of Water, Glue and Wood.
My adrenalin pumps as my heart keeps drumming.
On the inside it’s like Katrina’s coming.
The ******
~An original piece by Moe Awad~
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