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Me and somebody daughter,

Let's travel across the border.

We flying, or you like water?

Drink wine, that's not imported.

Take a break from the job, the school, and filing orders.

The rules, the brick and mortar.

I'm only tryna reward you.

I paid in advance,

Inclusive of all attractions,

Exclusive from all distractions,

And breakfast is just a fraction.

That means eggs over easy,

Or cooked to your satisfaction.

Check the stocks in the sand,

So we don't notice subtraction.

Grab you a woven bracelet,

Make sure they add your initials.

I'll go grab one in silver.

I think it will better fit you.

Share with me your dreams, the things that you are into.

I'll sit back and laugh, redemption for all we've been through.


 
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Yeah she my rider, she gon' tag along.

Ain't got a single problem if she brings a bag along.

A vagabond,

Ain't natural,

But shorty you can stay.

I never hope for better, I would rather work and pray.

I would rather work and play.

Way more than,

James and Jordan,

Or Wheel of Fortune.

My wheel's a fortune.

My wheels' imported.

My will's important.

I'm still rejoicing.


All my heroes, got egos, from zero growth.

Dropped my heroes, told myself to be more dope.

If you get one shot, you miss it, they claim you choked.

But we gon' drain it, get famous, don't touch our throat.

Cancel the fame, I wrote, still write...

Legacy's just passion on repeat.

 
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Finally got some,

Intuition from paying all that tuition.

We all battle addictions, mine is just addition.

Mine is just ambition.

Mine is just retention.


They always asking how to ball without the ball.

I tell them, "You can make the call."

Shoot your shot against 'em all.

The odds, that is.

I love the kids, I love to give.

We love to live, but still won't live,

Got scholarships and hollow tips, but still we broke...

With brothers killed, and we forgive, and they still

Kill at will, and steal...it's real!

They make meal tickets off of our bill tickets.

I'm making a real living,

And doing a lil giving.

But it ain't enough because,

My phone don't dial phoneless, I know I'll get a

Bonus, I passed someone that's homeless, and

Spent $12 on some boneless.

And if you understand that,

Well then,

I'm in awe of you, I mean all of you, I know you're

Falling boo, but I'm falling through, 'cause I'm

falling too!

 

©2019 by Evan Dean Poetry. 

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