Am blocked,
Am stumbling,
Am thinking of him...
Am lazy,
Am tired,
Am thinking of cash,
That green is so slippery,
makes me want to run
to a nation of multicolored bills,
the red, green, blue and so on...
the Nairas... at least they are ever flowing
Am sick,
with a cold,
Am in need of warmth...
My daddy would glaze
that vapor rub over my back and head,
and make me inhale the steam...
Alas, here in my boxed apartment,
all i can do is think of my flu germs,
and wish i was back home
Am down,
Am falling to that place of reckless abandon,
and loathing again...
I could really use some help here,
like you could use a bolt of lightening...
and rain down some benjamins
or you could teleport me to the future,
to be with all my loved ones,
or you could simply rain down a vision,
for me to see how my answers will happen...
Am looking up,
up to you,
am fighting,
fighting to trust...
It takes so much more.
