Muscle Poems

Soulbrothahnumbah

That’s the bank

 

“Boomshakalakah…..”

 

Meditate on that

Mothafuckah’!

 

We use you

For the groove

In your silver shoes

 

Peace pays back

I won’t lie

I want something

Back in tune.

 

“Boomshakalakah…..”

 

I won’t say oldie’s

Not a goodie.

I don’t play that Loose.

 

You got the Benz

We got the Benzos

Here we go, then!

 

Goddamn, or something like that

 

No talking Big head

Just walking Big head

Take about you

What your mama

Did, then!

 

There’s love in our sweat

We wanna do good

But like us,

Not the rest.

 

I won’t lie

I can sympathize

There is no compassion

If we’re not too civilized

 

Mothafucka, this is old!

 

 

Soulbrothanumba

Goddamn, or something like that!

 

He’s gold and silver

Laughing all the way

To the bank

 

Did we create a monster?

I don’t know

I don’t do what I’m told

Boomshakalaka,

That’s old!