Monroe Dispatch - No Struggle, No Progress

Copyright 2014

My mammy, is never happy,

until the first of the month

My pappy’s, head is nappy,

and he always gets drunk.

My brother, stays in trouble,

with the local P.D.

My sister, how I miss her,

because she lives in the street.

My doctor, couldn’t to stop her,

when she cried from the pain

My preacher, couldn’t reach her, with his clout down the drain.

I had a dream, I grew some wings, and like a bird I could fly

I think I need, a trampoline,

so I can touch the sky.

My veins, are full of cocaine,

and I still ain’t high

Ain’t no wonder, I need an onion, so my eyes can cry.

I needed plusses, got disgusted, so I ad-libbed

Now the minus, is all behind us, because I had-skills

Snatching purses, dodging hearses, cutting bad- deals.

Gift of gab, times were bad,

I had a talk with the Lord

“Got nothing left, I need your help, before I fall on my sword”.

He gave an answer, “Pull off that pamper, and put your man drawers on

Get out that bed, do what I said, you have to do when you’re grown”.

Hallelujah, no excuses,

for being as lame as a duck

Put down that pipe, did what was right, and got my a$$ on the bus.

Minimum wage, maximum days, but I’m the king on the throne

I passed the test, the LORD will BLESS, THE CHILD who works for his own.