They
killed principles
Fell
in love with silver
Silver
over souls
Drained
off love
Oppression
of proletarians
Capitalists’
business
Each
and every finger’s vibration
It’s
all business
Pornography
is business
Brimming
pockets with the poor who chose to sell their souls and get laid for a penny
Exploitation
of low income earners
Prostitution
dressed with long skirts of commercial sex
Dirty
commercial sex tags
It’s
all business
Politics
too is a business
The
use of the seat for individual gain
They
and their bold-lineages
Family
and friends business
No
one can get them out
UN
declaration of human rights
It
is also a business
Devastation
of our black princely and queenly characters
Those
walking with thighs
So
they think they were empowered
Damn
you so-called human rights activists
While
a hunk of you have not walked across the aisle to encircle the fingers
You
take our feeds to the pit
Little
witches and wizards
It’s
all business
Guns
are a business
Hell
unto he who brought it to being
A
hunk of lives captured due to your breath and birth of your maker
It’s
all business
They
drive thighs to the bars and the clubs
They
even do fail to bend
Enticement
at play;
Holding empty
purses
No
bottle goes out for free
A
fee for your soul
Sexual
tools for methylated spirit
It’s
all business
It’s
all business
Promulgation
of laws
Abrogation
of our genesis
What
I wished for
Who
am I?
Who
am I?
Dirty
media
Mind
polluting adverts;
Arresting
your intelligence so as to reap you off
Public
media like tubular media held by those with power or in power
Like
the barrel of a gun
Movie
industry is all business
When
ladies in houses want to do like their actresses;
Man
depicting their actors
Animalisation
of soldiers and the police
Groomed
to tussle for their master at the top
Treated
like feather dusters through foolish commands
They
contrive to do as told
“Just
to keep food on the table,” so they tell
It’s
all business
Naked
girls on your favourite newspaper page or magazine
Your
third or sixth page
When
every man without conscience pages to it
Enticed
for a while, wishing he could have a bite
Nude
girls on movies and your favourite music video
All
is money and business
Contractual,
superstition, intelligence and sacrificial killings
Stalin,
Lenin, Roosevelt, Churchill and Hitler‘s kids;
The
teachings they received from their role models
to run and ruin nations
You
tell us not to worry for it’s all business
Child
adoptions by some unwilling kinds
Disobedience
to the threads and strings of creation
It’s
all business
Those
at the apex of the hierarchies
They
mean business
When
some ladies sell out through fragile beauty;
getting laid to get to the top of
the hierarchy;
struggle for power: as
they tussle to ride on; bigger purse; a dream
It’s
all business because of tags like, “everyone eats where he works”
Backdoor
deals
Institutional
examinations sold
That’s
why we are having incompetent kinds in offices
Charity
organisations mean business;
They
sell our lost kids’ photos
To
gain the so-called donations
Damn!
To feed their pockets
Saboteurs
and sabotage
I
am damn tired
Prostitutes
and business void of morals
Money
in and with blood
Was
I caught?
Pollution
and decimation of souls
Petrification
of good morals
Keeping
quiet is a business
Talking
is a bad practice
Calumny
is a business
Vehement
poems have no business
If
we preach God in our houses and churches
The
priest preaches a “don’t kill slogan at church”
Out
they kill to protect their secrets;
Why
don’t we damn practice it in our businesses?
Poetry
is my damn business
Damn
this is a business world
When
judges do disobey rationality of law
Ratio
decidendi died long time back
As
they take a cheque to drown another threat they and their allies feel
Even reality was killed by business
When
some send their marriage partners below the soil so as to enjoy insurance
benefits
When
your big favourite supermarkets do fix prices so as to exploit you and leave you
without choice; no substitute
So,
it’s business
Poison
to feed your paunches
So
that later on you can sojourn to beg for pills;
And
pay a hunk of bills
It’s
business
Fong-kongs,
broken lyrics that cannot teach yet they are bought
You
know what I mean;
Your
favourite dull rapper
As
they kill the music
In
return making millions with banal songs
Same
rhythm and kindred lines
This
is business
Damn
I am tired
Gloomy
aisles
Rot
alleys
Look
at the morgue man
I
hear they buy some souls from the hospitals
Damn
this is business
I
do hear that this man when the business is not going well he can kneel down to
the most high and say,
“Oh!
Jah, kill one, kill one; kill one for me”
“Oh!
Jah, kill one, kill one; kill one, kill one for me”
Hahaha!
How funny
It
is business
Their
business
May
be I shouldn’t mind
It
is business
Poetry
is the only business I know
Close
to my soul
I
will keep it
Damn!
Damn! Damn!
This
is a business world
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