how much a dollar really cost?
the question is detrimental, paralyzin my thoughts
parasites in my stomach keep me with a gut feeling, y'all
gotta see how i’m chillin once i park this luxury car
hopping out feeling big as Mutombo
twenty on pump six, dirty Marcellus called me Dumbo
twenty years ago, can't forget
now i can lend him a ear or two, how to stack these residuals
tenfold, the liberal concept of what men'll do
twenty on six, he didn't hear me
indigenous African only spoke Zulu
my American tongue was leery
walked out the gas station
a homeless man with a semi-tan complexion
asked me for ten rand
stressin about dry land
deep water, powder blue skies that crack open
a piece of crack that he wanted, i knew he was smokin
he begged and pleaded
asked me to feed him twice, i didn't believe it, told him, “beat it”
contributin money just for his pipe, i couldn't see it
he said, “my son, temptation is one thing that i’ve defeated,
“listen to me, i want a single bill from you,
“nothin less, nothin more”
i told him i ain't have it and closed my door
tell me how much a dollar cost
he’s starin' at me in disbelief
my temper is buildin, he's starin at me, i grab my key
he’s starin at me, i started the car then i tried to leave
and somethin told me to keep it in park until i could see
a reason why he was mad at a stranger like i was supposed to save him
like i’m the reason he's homeless and askin me for a favor
he’s starin at me, his eyes followed me with no laser
he’s starin at me, i notice that his stare is contagious
cause now i’m starin back at him, feelin some type of disrespect
if i could throw a bat at him, it'd be aimin at his neck
i never understood someone beggin for goods
askin for handouts, takin it if they could
and this particular person just had it down pat
starin at me for the longest until he finally asked,
“have you ever opened up Exodus 14?
“a humble man is all that we ever need”
tell me how much a dollar cost
guilt trippin and feelin resentment
i never met a transient that demanded attention
they got me frustrated, indecisive and power trippin
sour emotions got me lookin at the universe different
i should distance myself, i should keep it relentless
my selfishness is what got me here, who the fuck i’m kiddin?
so imma tell you like i told the last bum, crumbs and pennies
i need all of mines, and i recognize this type of panhandlin all the time
i got better judgement, i know when n****s hustlin
keep in mind, when i was strugglin, i did compromise
now i comprehend, i smell grandpa's old medicine
reekin from your skin, moonshine and gin
n***a your babblin, your words ain't flatterin, i’m imaginin
Denzel but lookin' at O'Neal, Kazaam is sad
thrills, your gimmick is mediocre, the jig is up
i seen you from a mile away losin focus
and i’m insensitive, and i lack empathy
he looked at me and said, "your potential is bittersweet"
i looked at him and said, "every nickel is mines to keep"
he looked at me and said, "know the truth, it'll set you free,
“you’re lookin at the Messiah, the son of Jehova, the higher power,
“the choir that spoke the word, the Holy Spirit, the nerve,
“of Nazareth, and i’ll tell you just how much a dollar cost,
“the price of having a spot in heaven, embrace your loss, i am God”
i washed my hands, i said my grace, what more do you want from me?
tears of a clown, guess i’m not all what is meant to be
shades of grey will never change if i condone
turn this page, help me change, to right my wrongs
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