but I feared for my life... however at the end of the day, I was bullied for my slice. When if he'd just had asked, I would have gladly gave him a bite... but at the end of
the day, the pimp didn't wanna pay . N, with the rent due , I hadn't a clue ... how I was gonna play it, and neither would you. Being blinded by the rolls within his bill fold, I took it for granted that he had many hoes. Although what I didn't know is that a pimp can't be a lame, because as rhetorical as it sounds... they truly ain't the same. As one's philosophy is hypathetical, while the other has game.
A chef in they own right, and the architect of human rights... how could one not be intrigued, in the recipes he keeps tucked up his sleeve. For any given occasion... like the sun beaming down on a baked raisin, that will suffice for the specialty topping on his next gourmet slice. While giving them away, to those whom are unable to pay, by default of propagation... and that's all that Imma say. Because, when the ship goes down, ain't no living being on it trying to drown. As the most composed of them all, will steal a babies vest, like the Duke of vermont on the Arctic SS. Of 1954... when the ship went down, a player he was no more.... N, this label would follow them for the rest of their life, those that suffer from an image projected because they never learned to kite. As being poor is nothing to fear, unless of course you know not how to, bite off that slice... and don't try to bite twice. Because, what goes around comes around, and it's in one's best interest to be nice. Unless of course, the sailing is smooth and their no storms overhead, because when that ship go down and you never learned to swim... one day you gon be scaed. #youladiesgivemesuchhopeforthefutureofmankindwiththegraceandeleganceyouecudeinallyoudo
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