Memoirs: Entitled

One night I saw God on the corner of Broad and Olney

So I asked him:

Nigga where you been?

Why I ain’t got no wife yet?

Why you keep killing all of my friends?

Why I ain’t rich?

Where the fuck is Benz?

And why every time I turn around something wrong again?

But you want me to pray to you at night?

Why you out here chilling and not making shit right?

*He exhaled his blunt and leaned back on his SS impala and said:*

Why my blessings always gotta come in dollars?

I gave knowledge youngin, that shit has power!

You think I care that you’re upset cause I smoked your boys?

I like when there’s  peace and they was making too much noise

And you pushin up on me like you wanna join them

Better get your punk ass up off my corner

I should pistol whip your punk ass right now

For coming at me like im a clown

I’m letting you live this one last time

But if I see you again that ass is mine

No time to be living in pain or sorrow

cause from now on your time is borrowed

I could’ve killed your lil ass when you was ten

But here I am giving  you life again

So when you wake up in the morning, you better thank me

Cause you got troubles but you blessed mainly

Just don’t  ever forget who that is I be

And don’t ever forget that I’m your OG


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