Chess not checkers

I used to push a lil yota,

Ole reliable……

But then I got a lil older,

Wasn’t desirable…..

I dream about an old Ben’s,

The whole tint,

I’m a gent but this cold bitch….

Got me having fits of rage!

Would say I saw it coming but,

Look there goes another one,

Tryna get into my mind,

But won’t find,

A spec of lust,

just old knowledge….

Bookaholic,

The only thing that seems fitting enough,

for me to call it,

Regardless…..

Gotta be smarter about it all,

Cuz Ima boss,

Saturdays-I used to mow the lawns,

I moved on-

From the minimal,

Going hard for my principles,

Until I’m gone, give me the nos,

Not just the minuscule,

Amounts that you think that I’m used,

I choose to,

Push to tempo,

To new speeds,

And Proceed,

To correct what I want,

Getting rid of what I don’t need…..

Is the pen ever as strong as the sword?

Without force?

The reports,

Say that everything,

Goes off course,

But the kings…..

Too jaded by queens,

Without wings,

used to smelling flowers with no pollen,

The problems-growing outta control,

Murder rates going up,

And it don’t bother they souls,

Too busy getting high to notice dangerous lows,

Got platinum in hearts but still will kill for the gold….

(Enough is enough………..)

I said enough…….

(Enough………)