Do Or Die 3 Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

yeah
when i started my business
i researched the local neighborhoods
traveling from community to community
handing out those rectangulars
which introduces a customer to my inception into the market
niche style
contracted with suit available on no ends is how the ole skool like it
and sow i brung it
runged it out
kept the classic impression sparkling
landscaping with a vision
taking no profit
all revenue back into the company paying my contracted workers a much difference
small business
devoted from sacrifices
staying truly educated
and not birthing death with no futuristic reasoning
steady stupidness
and that's their life being better than their last times
abortions to stay fitted into the dating scenes
the getback and the forever chance to get they getback while getting back
to this line splendid as tricks be happy
yeah
just all game
as the players fulfill those moments
with customer service when the host or hostess serves em the package
the smile
the quickness
the teaser
the main entree
the desert
then the drink if hormones of the month be acting
natural matiromony
married on and off
with different bodies without a marriage certificate
and every player be blissed in it all getting paid
as long as the currency keep circulating from hand to hand
and electronically from bank account to another
mastering the nights and days
the rhythms of the rimshots unheard
the almighty metronome on point everytime
as the fuels station changes cents on end of the currency note
and hooray for the electrics righ
ugh
cause that business has to get back to stacking
codes to inflation by the real GDP
conversation of the what ifs entertain cellulars
while the beep signals the droplet sound
cause different weathers coast across the physical
whether you long distance humping the miles by hours
trucking to flights
chopping the air
reaching dem heights(echoing) ....