These Lines

A lister, we missed ya
Pushin out the chest for ya
Buying land on demand
To build a crib or two
Million aire Bel air
Jet air got flair
Do you not, go to there
Shooting hoops she stoops
To take it outside the loop
The lines on times see the signs
Not in these Rhymes I got all mine
Incense got no sense
Just laughing at the romance
She comes for the weekend
All fun and all play
Never want her to get away
Say what do you say
Under neath the duvet
It’s Sunday our funday
Got in on a Monday
Been too long
Since we were strong
Standing in the line long
Where you going and where you from
Outside the town now
You don’t know what we grow
What we sow is good enough
To get ya mind blow
You know how it ends
Steel and iron
Where best friends
Get together to make amends
But the trigger was waiting round
Just a tough Explosive sound
Bang thud on the ground
Light fades dark falls
It’s cold now on the sidewalk