Do Or Die 1 Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

I wore my own brand
to the socks and underwear briefed
elasticked my tribal Roots around my 32
didn't care about the sweatings
and they deletions by sudden death fading away fantasy-like high in the midst of danger
endangering their species
with that nonsense feces
cause my wrist-watch clocked by I
tocked Ghana stock market exchange ticks
by the big hand
moving smaller ideas into the chamber
where decisions are examined under microeconomics lens
due choices
moving into the hands of the could-be and would-be
as they eyes read the 2 by 2
five lines deeper
making my magick run up
and making they wonder sun up
the entrepreneurship will keep afloat
as the waves settle timeless accordingly bouncing enviously
in volume increasing
the IOUs
sly or the lie?
then again just standard Chartalism
scoping with a infrared poised and unnoticed
educated to the brain like a banana clip
getting fed by the monkeys off my Tree
swanging hooks and dem dazzles
will make your first impression of my salemanship brighten beautifully beddazzled(echoing)
i do or die
fore everything i do
business i use
breaking down fights
while destroying cowardice fools
leaving em all expose tah'dah cool....