rich pops poor pops Poppa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat, laid his bone Host of kids and grandkids, a father figure to many, OG in the neighborhood, To most known as a friendly. Grandfather was the man who raised me Daddy was the man who made me I watched them fight each other like grand champion ,around my grandmothers table. They both taught me lessons, one gave me knowledge I soaked up both of these lessons, Both agreeing that knowledge is power. One planted gardens The other implanted fire One... is the alpha male While the other starvrs for his power. One is always clean, One is always dirty, One a year shy of 80 The other pushing past 10 of 30. One is rich with knowledge One is rich in power I resemble both of them .. I call them both my father. Rich pops rich pop? I conversate with his eyes Has seen so much and gained much more And seeks more before he dies Poor pop poor pop? Why do you seem so mad? Maybe because the things I have, You say you never had the opportunities to have. When a cub becomes of age, he gets banned from his pride, unless he stands for a fight, But dear rich pop and poor pop, When it is over do you reunite like things are alright? Two stone lions lye in the driveway of the property, stand fearless for any battle, Calm at heart with a warrior spirit Can quickly transform into Savage
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 20:41:55 +0000