Pivotal

If I had a dollar for every time I felt poor
Well, I sho’ won’t be po’ no mo’.
But you see, poverty is mentality
And though we sit around with our heads down
Praying for preservability, securing our assets
and to our family giving them our all;
Praying for sobriety so the little we have won’t go
to weed and alcohol,
We still find ourselves amidst stressing,
because of which we often miss our blessing
and thus we are left with naught, distressing
that our only help has left.
So why can’t we simply help ourselves,
‘stead of waiting on a savior to delve
into our empty savings account?
Why pray for our debt to be paid,
when we should be praying for
our mind to get laid by reality
And WAKE UP.
Poverty is mentality,
a test of our ability
to cope with the misery
brought to us according to life’s delivery.
So I ought to not need a dollar
Every time I cry out, holler
“Why, God, must we live in squalor,
Why, God, can’t I be a little taller
With the skills of a baller
so I can pay off my mama’s debt?”
What I ought to need
is greed.
The greed, the drive, that fire to reach the top.
I need to want to get out of this situation
as badly as I need to breathe.
I need to leave behind the libations,
stay alert and awake, qui vive.
I need to reach the top.
I need a fucking job.