When I became a man…

Paul

Every day I’m hustlin’

Rick Ross

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”

They:

“Here is your birthday cake,

With pearl necklace”

“But I serve no lords!”

“Dumbass!!!”

“I need a masternap!”