Money

I got money on my tip
I got money on my tip
money on my tip
I got money on my tip.

Man on my hip
attached to my back
won't let go.
Later I learned
the need for him
to be replaced, many times.
Fought his way
around me stating
the end.

I flew away into the arms
of my ex,
who lifted me
and then encouraged me
to run faster faster,
my animal feet
kicked.
He's blocking my bullets,
stabbings and shots to my head.

I got money on my tip
I got money on my tip
money on my tip
I got money on my tip.

We rode on the anti-gang bus,
hanging on by a hair.
Momentary protection
from the own.
End of the line
and the deflecting begins again.

In the enemy territory
the adrenaline
counters the drowsiness.
The slurs calling
and ever the shots
and threats of
cutting off his dick.
Once I had worried about his entry,
behind the rash and crawling red.
Now, I welcome his circle.

I got money on my tip
I got money on my tip
money on my tip
I got money on my tip.

The invincibility
baffled all.
Comes to say
the sign was the factor.
The word coffee hanging above
every doorway.
And the men ignored the weakness,
concentrating on my person.
On my champion.
Over and over
we returned the cycle,
moving through out
our own turf.

Threats still rampant
and,
secondly through the enemy territory
with brief moments of rest
on the anti-gang bus
speeding down the track,
abruptly stopping
and ejecting
the protected.

Most were not in danger.
No slurs issued.
No gross disobedience.
The ladies only worried
mildly about rape.
For me,
it was a constant threat.
Bullets rampaged my flesh,
holes riddled,
and still no death
because of the mercy
of the sign.
Save me for the sign.

And she left
and then returned to the vessel.
He retired
and was quickly
replaced by a love
professing his love,
many times over.
And now I returned it,
kissing his lips.

I got money on my tip
I got money on my tip
money on my tip
I got money on my tip.

Down the water
wave tunnel
at the end of the bus line.
Quickly escaping
the certain death
brought forth by the anti-gang
measures.
Entering the water tunnel
and returning again.
Hopping on the special
bus safety.
Until somewhere in a doorway,
a bullet nicked
the sign,
killing me
and my lover.
all

I got money on my tip
I got money on my tip
money on my tip
I got money on my tip.