Adding My Two Cents PT.10

...................pennies for my thoughts..........


Big homie said I came through looking tacky..somewhat sloppy.

A veteran....I already know what it do...so I'm adding my two cents..O-Dog's tracks will be funky... please... they can't stop me.

Back in the day....stepping in Johnston and Murphys...or Stacy Adams with suits on...that's how I once played.

Was there guilt by association? please..crooks wear suits too..dress cool..but scams and murphys are pulled....please...you'll get played.

Corporations and associations pull capers..playing the masses.

Rations are low..but I didn't quit..I'm on mission..O-Dog drops the funk in seminars and classes.

Operating in Kangols, glasses, polo shirts, khakis and baggie jeans.

Hip hop soul is the basis..rolling solo...others not knowing I had funk in my genes.

In my chromosones....part of my genetic makeup and my hood conditioning.

All up in these danger zones...I stay praying...the Lord I'm petitioning.

Spotted strangers to these zones..playing the game to the fullest.

The women spotted the wannabe players, Nasa studies the ice cold clones, Himalaya residents representing to the fullest.

Texting, cell phones, e-mails full of this and that....is it all love?..please...preferential treatment?

Complex or simple? the sense of purpose?..whose defeating it?

Coming with the next..treating you to it...pennies for my thoughts?..sometimes selected randomly..

Coming with the next..adding my two cents..listening to Rose Royce...did love abandon me?