Pimped Out Dreams Poem by Shariee Jones

Come here girl, what ya say you want
To be a doctor having surgery on me

Look at me girl, what’s that I hear
That you want to be a supermodel
Wearing nice gear

I told you to stop daydreaming
Of being a psychiatrist while I’m screaming
What ya say, you’re going to be a lawyer anyway

Don’t leave daddy to become an actress
You can act making my money in a dress
You see baby, I care less that you
Want to become a songstress

Don’t back talk me, I’m your career
I’ll give you all the dreams with fear

Don’t make me pimp smack ya, backtrack
Ya alley catches ya slipping
I don’t know why you’re tripping

You wanted to be a superstar
Make the money and I’ll be your tax collector.