I just want to keep things positive on
I can honestly see a bright side in this economy….
Economy
It’s like trying to come from underwater,
where there is no air
Trying to breath in trying times
The financial hardship comes out in my rhymes
The truth is I’m doing fine
I’m doing whatever it is
that people who ride the tide do
when the tide is low
You don’t die or go away
you just riding slow
I’m mean if the tide goes down
then it must come back up
And if that’s the case then I’m waiting
for the tide to come back up
I’m building up
I’m here because I can’t field enough,
complaints about how this bubble burst
The troubles here and it’s getting worst
“Let’s bury our heads in the sand”
Ok you go first
I’m not going down without a fight
Let me tell you something and this is true
I’m doing good and so are you
I’m not angry
I can’t make money if I’m mad
I’m happy as a lark
You could say I’m glad
I’m at the ceiling and it is made of glass
Pass me a hammer I’m about to smash
I don’t have a limit or have you not heard
I think Master P said it in some of his words
This is my work if I get to relax
I’m going to sleep deep at night no anxiety attacks
Non of that staying awake waiting for harm
No more hitting the snooze button on my alarm
Every morning I start anew
And then I go to the inkwell and print the truth
Don’t try to rush me
though the time is urgent
My money is clean as laundry detergent
And I don’t need a bailout
I won’t count your money
Cause if I’m counting yours
then mine starts looking funny
I’m trying to tell you to
let the frustration go
Release your tension
and let the money flow
They call it a recession
But what’s receding
The prices aren’t going back
And people are still breathing
The causes are still here and what’s the reason
I mean no excuses that’s so out of season
So this is my chance to take away the grieving
This is the positive it will be ok
You made it this far you can take on the day
You got your caloric intake for the day
You may not have steak but you won’t pass away
Poems by Copper 30 