When I became a man…
Every day I’m hustlin’
Dry kiddos! Millions of them: different DNA’s
All over the blanket of my cheap hotel bed.
I’m making angels on top of them: forever loneliness in between dead cells.
“You can’t have two lords” they said ” Mamona would take over!”
“Why do you share your Word that way? ” I asked “Is our relationship based on bukakke?” questioned.
They looked at me with a gonzo stile, repeated:
“You can’t serve two lords!”
And I : ” But, but…but”
“Here is your birthday cake,
With pearl necklace”
“But I serve no lords!”
“I need a masternap!”