Running Things

I flow freely like a waterfall

I strike like lightning, when the thunder calls

The degree of an OG is what I see

I have the game mastered to a tee

Posting a poem every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday

My flight just took off from the runway

I’m giving the world a much needed resuscitation

The levitation, encapsulates amalgamation

The ladies love me

But there’s only God above me

The light I administrate erases the imposters

Girls shaking their ass in the club–that will cost her

Stop trying to sound deep and wise

I know your phony, I’m not surprised

I sit alone in deep contemplation

The invitation leads a generation towards solemn integration


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