Controling Your Levels: Medical Industry Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

funk the talk
you came into that industry
to due who you had to due
training to be the intravenous administrator
the phlebotomist with no medical experience
hitting the internet for the HIPAA levels of being certified
then ethically on that side
is how you get past the red tapes binding
i'm tired?
nah
just rollin' without a worry about a you and another motion who couldn't picture
me chalked even if the forescenic unit of the police force said they traced me
humanly is not possible
centrally intelligent agent from that agency
of the whole conglomerate
as the human resource do what they need to do blindly
enjoying every weekend coming
the metaphor of spending
the bunnies and the birdies hopping
coming out unstalked to be exact of the mindsets without a nil of a fact
and this iz 4 da real
the ones who keep their backs still enclosed from the hit silenced
shaking bones from many of treble and bass times from the thumps of the c4 bumping out the trunks and doors nonstop
cause who bee behind those tinted windows is never observed
concoct
I on per plot
ions within the static attraction?
attracting de funct
de dum de dum de dumping (echoing)
i told you being a certified Nutritionist by four year degree would be the raw war bomb aftermath clearance mastered
especially when your time professionally compensate
the youth next up to bat
they carrying knowledge to forthcome over those hurdles to be exact
clocking hits out the park homerun style
like a Sarbanes Oxley certified professional greyed out baseball cap sitting properly on that big skull would
listening to PLO from Kenya
scrolling through X lectures of business and economics which still be relevant
situations be delicate
and they say be irrelevant
yeah
cause Ancestors communicate with Ancestors
per generational wave revealing the sea line of law
changing the average weigh of how you and I thought
oh righ
and yesh yesh yall
cause we don't stop
yesh yesh yall
and we won't stop....