He's callin you and you puttin him on hold
Steady chasin after that paper and gold.
He called you the other day and you said you were on the other line
You said you were busy out in the streets 'tryin to get mine'
You lookin at your caller ID and pressin ignore
chasin after that change always tryin to get more.
I looked at your phone and He's not even in your 5.
And you wonder why you steady strugglin to survive.
The other day i saw you look at your phone
And when He called you it said, 'Caller Unknown'
Because you haven't taken the time to get his number
But steady in the streets tryin to hustle and plunder
It's time to pick your phone up and make that call.
Or your future won't be much of a future at all.
Call out His name and He'll do the rest
Don't wait to be disconnected and you have nothin left
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Wonderfully conceived. I liked it for its remarkable imagery and decent style. Rated it 10. TFS..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A busy street' on page 1.