God is like a drug dealer;

He's the connect

& you're the distributor.

He supplies,

you push the weight.

Got His money on time?

He might break you off sum.

If you tryna duck & dodge Him,

He will find you.

You play with His money,

The "goons" will come after you.


& it's crazy because once you get in,

It's hard to get out;


The money's too good. 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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