Nas wrote, "That buck that bought a bottle could've struck
the lotto" in '94... 'Til infinity
I will likely grapple with my feelings of stuck
in financial traps (plus ruts). Masculinity
of toxic nature sprayed on my insides so that
not being able to provide without asking
is seen as weak (plus embarrassing). All this fat
of the land has been skimmed (it seems)... multi-tasking
with skilled proficiency no longer gets ahead
(plus chokes heart), so dreams tend to die on psychic vines.
Oh well... walk this life with safety net in the red
(and underwater), and wait for Wheel of Time's tines
to turn the meek to surface, and superficial
beneath... Wheel of Time remains most judicial.
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