We could sit all day as I tell you gallons of reasons why I'll always thrive to be the best
Your perceptions of me? I can't do nothing about them except instill an impression to these Olders who are still taking baby steps
Somebody asked me how I got here,I said when you threw stones I used them to move closer to my reverie
Some were also shocked when they heard that I have Idris Elba as my referee
You see?
We could brag about the things we've done for ourselves
But what about them?
How many kids have you sent to school?
Oh maybe that's too much?
What about that kid who considers you as an older
And instead of teaching him how to make money
You teach him how to stare and approach these honeys
Some are as old as his mommy
Tell me it was just some movie trailer
You taught him how to walk and talk
In the meantime he lost respect towards his folks
What the fuck is that?
Brother,what the fuck is that?
Instead of taking him away from prison food
You give him the impression that he's weak if he isn't rude
So he causes havoc around the hood
Boy keeps a magazine
With a bag of green
Under his bed
Yet you call that the grind
I guess your love for him is blind
But this poem should set as braille
Open his eyes
Open his red eyes
And stop feeding him lies
There's no joy as earning legit chips
Most of these Mandems are older
But the sense I got seems to make me the most intelligent
I am trying to be diligent
Violating our sisters with heartbreaks and violence
I see a rise in these stats
And don't you act surprised
We all wanna look cool
She keeps post it notes on her headboard with a mantra
But she is in the verge of disillusion
And you my brother, could've given her a solution
But broke her only sacred part instead
You were only interested if it involves the bed
Now she
Is
Sad
Saying all boys are the same
So she thinks love is a game
She
Bitches and snitches
She tweets this and keeps it
She is fucking tired of playing by the rules
They in turn fuck her up
My sisters got motivational quotes as their profile pictures
But we can't see motivational features
What now?
You blame it on the teachers
You wanna be a steady girlfriend but snitch on us
So you prefer being a side chick instead
You're romantically dead
Too bad
I don't wanna tell you what to do and what not to
Its your life and I got no say in it
But, my aims and focuses are the reason I'm winning
Keep acting like an accident; instead of playing paramedics
I'll take your spot
I have no remorse and I make no mistake about that
Whatever you do;
Make sure your kids will be proud of it
We all have abilities to be the best,
Don't sleep on your own gold mine
There are different types of mining
So
Beware,
You may be sleeping on something that has been extracted long ago
"Underground mining"
And this applies to life in general
Treat your girl like a mistake
We won't miss the take
Give everything your all
At least know you tried!!
-Think about it
©Bandile,2016
Pen That Cold_Addiction
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