Bentleys and Box Chevys

I told her that “I haven’t written in a while”

So as I sit and pen this I wonder should I write something to make you frown or smile

Laugh now and cry later

Are dueling arguments left for oratorical debaters

I come from a land where you see Bentleys and Box Chevys

Suburbanites listening to trap music and those in the ghetto listening to heavenly medleys

The wolves will never be overtaken by the sheep

And every negro named Malik doesn’t share thoughts that are deep

Words must be backed by actions

And sometimes surviving the pain can lead to ultimate satisfaction

For every life born there is another that meets its death

Many are poor in man’s eyes but rich with the knowledge of self

Ain’t enough money to buy your way into heaven

Is what I told the reverend as I gave to the church’s collection

They say that the biggest risk yields the biggest reward, but we’re cautious toward danger

And it’s sad to say that sometimes family will hurt you more than strangers

We’re quick to anger but not quick to forgive

Quick to take but not quick to give

When will you start to live and cease only existing

Because life’s a puzzle and your energy is one of the last pieces that is missing

“Do or do not.  There is no try”

The dissonance of this discourse bears a distance that’s as disparate as the sun in the day is from the moon in the night sky

Oppose all opposition and remain diligent to your mission

So deciding between a Bentley or a Box Chevy will be the least of your decisions