Honest Man`s Fable

Honest Man`s Fable

A Poem by Satoshi IroTzu

Everybody makin` money
`xcept for an honest guy
buddy
you goin` to starve if you play by the book all the time.

So I get a gun
in the first bank I run
All the good folks have their hands holding up.
Nothing bad in my head
just a heist
put the money in the bag, ain`t tellin` you twice.

I sweep the bags of green
hit the streets
punch the gass
got to the headlines, lookin` like real bad a*s.

Tires burnin`
after all the hot miles and all that swervin`
sittin` on the car roof, facin` the sunset
and that`s the real gold
these benjis that I now own
will make sure that house`s warm.
Keep your lush and your posh
and I`m keepin` my soul

Rich men have their game to keep
Little guy desires for respect and dignity
tables stay the same
always remember... honest man`s fable

© 2022 Satoshi IroTzu


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Added on August 1, 2022
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Satoshi IroTzu
Satoshi IroTzu

Split, Splitsko-Dalmatinska Zupanija, Croatia



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