Tunnel
Reputation
I thought that I might
be platinum card carryin’, boastful braggin’ and Louie V. slashin’…just to get
a rep…
I thought I could talk
loud enough, get noticed enough, for knowin’ this and that, went to school back
in the day with that…that…Man, now he is phat!!! Yet, when you really get down to the hard
fact, so what, I already knew all that…Just to get a rep…
Why do we floss when we
don’t have too? Drive up and down the street 12 times a day to be seen in a
gangsta lean, when we could really be at home getting’ our minds and souls
clean, on the up to date economic power we are slippin in, the over spendin’ we
are dippin’ in and the getting’ hussle paid, by the closed doors we won’t let
the positive opportunities come in… Just to get a rep…
Let me learn to love
the right way, respect the right way, and educate my mind, children and
community in the “right way”!
The real reputation
lies at the end of the day. Did I really lead my life in the productive
way? A mentally cleansing way? A
spiritually uplifting way? … Did I tell my Mother I loved her today, versus
waiting until a depressed look comes her way, for me to say, you are my
inspiration in every way?
Did I tell the one I sur-face-ly love, only
think about in that silk robe, that you have meaning and substance in my soul,
versus, the day you were too cold, in not lettin’ me rock your VISA GOLD, with
my" wanna be divas", as we headed over the road to Melrose, to
fantasize over pipe dream wishes and fancy tablecloths with bourgeois dishes.
Did I tell the little
one that walks near my hip, to rise up that bottom lip; to be on guard for the
ups and downs of life’s trip? To speak
heart to heart in our youth of today’s soul, where consistency, tenacity, and
grit can out weigh the ignorance of street corner, slingin’, know-all, been
around the world wit?
Did I take the time to
nurture and secure the growing mind and give some real “dap”, for truth of
success brings deliverance to the genuine and kind?
The reputation is
within the matter of the mind; Not the paper count in our wallet or fixations
of 10 room houses, $60,000.00 vehicles, and Prada glasses. The numbers of people I can mentally and
physically manipulate in my head, because of the results of catastrophic pipe
dream that that makes me gleam…of someone I thought I needed to be…
It is the rep, the
reputation of my purpose as a product of the spirit of the highest image and
source of where we should all be.
Andrea
Caldwell
Copyright 2005
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