Doing Business As Usual Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

"They said you use to work this area? "
man I ain't cleaned no district
give me the contract
pay me by the one thousand per week
streetsweeping with a business license
with a crew of nightwalkers bright vested
metal pickers in hand
wid'dem oiled jaws
clutch the trigger
hear no more noise yawking or that squeaking
and you can see them drunks ahpis ahpissy wobbling
and they speech impediment pounded
car swerving
while the police nightowling ahchec ahchecking patterns
just another referee in the game
with a ticket book full of gain
and you know the traffic violation ain't the same
and who do you blame?
well that's on you and that you
immah G
and that's for Genius
my Great GrandMutha always told us after dark it be no good
now I'm her words be echoing like they should
ahhh yeah
and you can be boss flossy sweet
and you too can step out the name brand shoes you wearing
them eyes be staring
hold up put a twist to it
switch
you should be ashamed
if you reading the wrong the books
authored by the wrong mindset
doing the same thing before
instead of better than your last times
know in the background it be no chimes
it be that advance accounting and financial lectures from the Elder of Jamaica
she teaches step by step series
doing business as usual....