M a y b e w o r d s

May be so much more
October 14, 2009

With the last coin

Author: Issa - Categories: Book: second book, MONEY - Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , ,

I borrowed some cash from Mom
She said
What do you need it for?
I’m going to buy us some hope
She responded
You know we never win…
But Mom
What are we without hope?
Suddenly as it happens

August 4, 2009

Life is hard for a slave

Author: Issa - Categories: Book: second book, LIFE, MONEY - Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Life is hard for a slave

No words for how money makes me behave

Convincing myself

Be brave

Man I need a shave

I can’t afford the barber

Every cent leaving me hurts

We all should wear skirts

So we don’t have any empty pockets

Making Money

Author: Issa - Categories: Book: second book, MONEY - Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
Even if I ask for money
God will make sure that I’m left without any
He knows
That I know
I’m not that shallow
Money will help me fool myself
Money will rub off its filthiness on me
To such a degree
People won’t be able to recognize me
I’m better off just being me

Not happy

 

July 5, 2009

Wanting

Author: Issa - Categories: Book: How do you feel?, LIFE, MONEY - Tags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

Hungry and sick
Hungry for more than just the average day
Sick of the average day
Get away from the average day
Trying to get paid in a different way
I want to live another day

July 1, 2009

I ask God

Author: Issa - Categories: BRIGHT, Book: second book, MONEY - Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
I asked God
Why does life contain so much drama?
I asked God
Why do I exist?
No answer
I asked God for
Cars and fame
Riches
Bitches
No not bitches
They’ll just give me a headache
Anyhow
Anyways
I want a job
That switches
So I never get bored
I asked God for
Wealth and health
He said life is more than that
Like what?
No answer

June 5, 2009

No

Author: Issa - Categories: Book: second book, MONEY - Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

No balls, no brain, no pain
Sounds insane
Switching lane
I hardly know my name
pic pic pic
frame frame frame
money bitches fame
Its all the same

November 23, 2008

Uncut

Author: Issa - Categories: Book: How do you feel?, MISCELLANEOUS, MONEY - Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Diamonds
Material glimmering like stars
Made by this thing called creation
Made by purpose with meaning
Colours of many kinds
Different sizes
Most diamonds gets cut
Just to be loved by people
Judged by human eyes
Their value being determined
Their fate lay on hands
Lays on other diamonds hands
Diamonds are forever
Until judgment day

November 13, 2008

Why buy drugs when you have it in your hand?

Author: Issa - Categories: Book: How do you feel?, MONEY - Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Coin flip toss round up shishnitz

Paper that don’t stand and doesn’t walk
Paper that people eat and shit out to each other
Toilet paper
Love the loved ones that bring love to society
But when it comes to the paper…
Insanity holds the foot of power and money
Money likes paper
As paper drives thru the wall of titan just to please and kill people
The house just burned up; let’s use the twenty other houses we have in Europe
I saw a coin today!
Drug money isn’t just money you buy drugs for
Money is drugs
Weak hearts fall
Strong hearts falls to
While he’s sitting there on he’s fake throne
Waiting for the opportunity to grab and suck the drugs from a living person’s neck
It doesn’t stop

October 30, 2008

Reflect

Author: Issa - Categories: Book: How do you feel?, LIFE, MONEY - Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

What you do today will reflect tomorrow
If you sit today you will sit tomorrow
On the street
Wishing you had something to eat
While sitting on the same level as people’s feet
What you do today will reflect tomorrow
If you struggle today you will struggle tomorrow
Struggle today to get a job
Struggle another day to fit all your dollars in the same wallet

October 28, 2008

Gold is cold

Author: Issa - Categories: Book: How do you feel?, MISCELLANEOUS, MONEY - Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Value
Small shiny stuff
Material from mother earth
Daddy sky is going to cry on you
Exchanged against emotions, sweat and blood
We can be seen as trash by diggers compared to gold
Materialism
Chasing Valuables
Friends comes and goes
Gold comes and goes
Like the decision
Homies or hoes 
Think we value invaluable things
Hold that hand, warmth
Hold gold, cold