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Greed

Dang, chick, what happened? Why you lookin and actin Like a hoe? No homo. But I know so That it ain't supposed to Look like you're after Ballers and rappers. Chasing dollar signs And lies With your short shirts and tight jeans. Can you even fit into them things? I ain't tryin to be mean. I'm just keeping it real, Telling you how I feel About your fake attitude, Always actin rude, Chasing some dude In a bar Because he drives a big, fast car. I guess that's just who you are, Another wannabe superstar. We'll see how far That takes you. But you do you. And I'mma do me. And we'll see Who ends up on top because I guarantee You gone be lookin up to me Wishing you had followed your dreams Instead of greed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 1/18/2009 3:38:00 PM
i really like this. good job. i hate those kind of people and this poem characterizes them perfectly plus its funny.
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Date: 1/14/2009 7:06:00 PM
I aint sayin she a gold digger. Forgive me, I couldn't resist. Greed usually is the dream for most guys. My old roommate definitely gave me that impression before he went into finance. I wonder how he's doing now. Nice write
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