what it comes down to

what it comes down to

A Poem by Namuh Niffa
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basics

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i wake a kid
not knowin what i do
a struggle


i learn whats wrong
is right and true
a hustle


theres me then family
the rest are others


no such thing as friends
and love is pretend


money is life
and life's get money to spend


rich makes the look
and changes the car to benz


wait
everything is yours
except nothin


i seen it all
and been thru it all
and all i want is nothin


no one truly trusts an unknown
no one truly wants you home


you only know cash
so no one knows you cause of your mask


but dont blame me please
i was born in wild of concrete

and streetlight trees


i hear im cool and way too nice
but i know the truth is

i aint right


i never backstab
but people think i carry a knife


if i could start over
i damn sure wouldnt
id keep my head up
and keep on pushin
if i dont see money
imma keep on lookin
if people want crack
imma keep on cookin
people wanna smoke
i got weed by the bushes
x aint a letter
its a pill to start touchin
money so old
i keep hidden in a dungeon
love aint a thing
money keep the b*****s comin
cumin
cumin
and cumin
now they gotta go
money make life into more of a show
cause you always bein watched
everywhere you go
money
money
money
money
no i cant live without havin my money
its sad
but when you me

its funny

© 2010 Namuh Niffa


Author's Note

Namuh Niffa
i laugh everyday

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And this is *awesome*
damm want to here it with a backtrack !
Favourite !

~Raven

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Namuh Niffa
Namuh Niffa

chicago, IL



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ha westside of chicago animal like congo poet on stage where the fu*k they put my bongo on a new page better yet a new book im a dog not man cant see then look. im a dog. more..

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