Same thing different tune
New pace new face
Same race displaced
Soon to come another one
Lost for real
Kind to feel
What’s the deal?
Listen close
Never boast
Loud and clear
Want to hear
Coming nearer
Have no fear
Key to life
No more strife
Tired and convalescent
Bitter and reminiscent
One way or the other time is ticking endlessly
Beating against the waves relentlessly
Day dreaming mind scheming
Diamond gleaming heat steaming
One hustle to the next
Out the ac and in the lexx
Forgot about mind sex
Crazy kids in the ghetto
Painted faces and stilettos
Hungry souls search for gold
Never been told
That shit gets old
No purification or elimination
Just destruction
Lost civilizations and nations
New day same ways.
Conspirators get no play
Skies blue feeling gray
Never been told that’s its okay
Different station same song
Same base line and flat note
Different shoes same old coat
Same old heart string
But this time a different ring
Always a prince never a king
A hustle is a hustle
No matter the wrestle.

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Tiana Phenix October 29, 2000