MONEY MATTERS
Let us scream & fight
over $40.
Scream & holla’
at the top of our lungs.
So the neighbors can hear us.
We look crazy to them
but we don’t give a f*ck.
Because money matters that much.
So much that we’ll take each other’s lives
over a minimum wage check.
Let’s all get knives.
We’re defending our ways, yet
they are not reasonable.
These feelings aren’t seasonal.
We fight every day.
War with each other
because we cannot pay
each other.
Let’s lay
each other out.
Let’s pout
when we’re near,
because we fear
being broke.
We’re poor so we lose all hope.
We can’t be rich in love
because we come at each other
with hate.
We debate
like people love.
We fight
like people hug.
This is regular for us.
What’s normal?
What’s love?
We are so South Memphis.
My dad walks with a limp. It’s
because of the war in the Middle East
plus
The war in the streets.
PTSD,
no war on poverty.
We don’t have fathers. We
can’t afford to keep our dads.
Yes us poor kids never had
a father
because he’s too broke to stay
or he’s working all day
to keep a roof over our heads.
Or he caught lead
because he was selling drugs
just so his kids aren’t bugged
by the IRS.
Hell yeah he bled
out in the streets,
so the kids aren’t beat
down by the government.
We’re not lovin’ it,
this po’ folk life.
It’s not right.
We fight
Because we don’t have $1
always in our pocket.
We need to stop it.
This is what they want.